Alternative/Psychedelic/Post-Punk/Noise/Industrial something. Hope you enjoy these few recorded tracks, and thank you so much for listening.
Story behind the song
Work experience in a slaughter house.
Lyrics
Call it bad luck
Or call me a sad fuck
In a world of blood and guts
In this place forever stuck
Their bodies go by one by one
I'm just glad that they're all gone
But shit, one is still alive
Gotta slit its throat with a knife
And watch the blood as it pours
Like a flood onto the floor
Such a horror, yet such a bore
And I'm staring at the exit door (x3)
Cos I'm so sick of this
(Chorus)
Blood, shit and feathers
Doesn't get much better
Be here at six AM
And then stay for fucking ever
Blood, shit and feathers
That's my weekly weather
All over the floor, walls, ceiling
Cleaning takes forever
(Verse)
Time for a break
A coffee and a joint to take
Away the deathly taste
But there's still pieces on my face
I act like I'm okay with it
But inside I feel sick
I feel it crawl under my skin
Bottle's out when I can't bottle it in
I wanna get out of this place
Go home and wash my soul and face
Get the smell out of my nose
Forget the image of the blood as it flows (x3)
(Chorus)
