Oh! Sartorial Panache! Is all I see! it's starved the heart
of faith and happiness compounding their largess. It's weak. They creep...
Smug and condescending smiles they ride for miles
they're wild inheriting their neighborhoods and tearing up the boulevard now!
A pack of wild dogs they steal the streets at night with lights and fireflies
and when my shoes that grip my feet should slip along the street i can be satisfied i've simplified now!
The UK punks' capacity for merging the personal, political, and parochial is so well-developed that it borders on the alchemical. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 7, 2022