The sky's the colour of cream.
Her eyes bounce from the window to the screen.
What's in it for me?
I'm sick of all this travelling.
The van smells like meat.
On display and acting sweet.
Why am I always the one who gets beat?
I'm bigger, but you've got the key.
What's in it for me?
"You've got your face in every town."
"But you've got me playing the clown."
"Now don't be like that you should be proud,
today you drew quite the crowd."
What's in it for me?
It was somewhere along Highway 2.
The sun rising, the lake in view.
She looked at her phone, I was in command.
And the cows looked good against the green grass.
What's in it for me?
There was a knife in the water,
there was blood in the pool in a pool.
He said, "I didn't think you'd try.
We started something good.
I knew you'd never care for doing something good."
As I spat out his name -- "Goodbye" --
I turned to my stage and out into the night.
Dark bedroom pop uses sounds ranging from the childlike to the industrial to conjure a dark, inward looking atmosphere. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2020