To each his own
killers in black tuxedos
I see your real faces
gentlemen you are beasts
History of this world
is the history of crime
I see your real faces
gentlemen you are beasts...
I know - to each his own
worms digging at the bottom
bottom of the Great Empire
gentlemen you are beasts...
History of this world
is the history of your crime
i see your real faces
This blood on your hands
A terrifically woozy slab of psychedelic stoner rock, where big riffs grind against saxophones, omnichords, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2018
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