You’re dying of thirst, so open that you’re closed
A rusty gate swings, painted nails they grip the floor.
Prentending to find a way out but happy where you are
in this little house throwing stones across the yard.
Evolution, all the mutants, now selling soul, you’re selling soul
Revolution, paratroopers, hell letting go, hell letting go
You got something, something better, gimme gimme some.
Your freedom is just a cover, for gimme gimme some.
Grow the species, all in pieces, forget the food chain.
You see! You See! But you’re to blind to lead me.
Evolution baby, how you’ve evolved (you’ve evolved)
The vanity, agony, thirst in your soul.
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020