Tiny paintings hang in front of my face, in front of my face
Winter's cold nights will capture me again, capture me again
And the black crows will peck me until I'm dead, peck me until I'm dead
Then the earthworms will start feasting on my flesh, feasting on my flesh
I want to burn the house to the ground, and make a fool out of myself
For all the times I've crumbled down, and come to life again
With a mind of their own my hands decide what to do
And I'm sinking in salt, I'm sinking in salt
And the black crows will peck me until I'm dead, peck me until I'm dead
Then the earthworms will start feasting on my flesh, feasting on my flesh
I want to burn the house to the ground, and make a fool out of myself
For all the times I've crumbled down, and come to life again
With a mind of their own my hands decide what to do
And I'm sinking in salt, I'm sinking in salt
You give me life again
You give me life again
You give me life again
You give me life again
With a mind of their own my hands decide what to do
And I'm sinking in salt, I'm sinking in salt
I want to burn the house to the ground, and make a fool out of myself
For all the times I've crumbled down, and come to life again
With a mind of their own my hands decide what to do
And I'm sinking in salt, I'm sinking in salt
Chicago's Stuck make sharp, tense, groovy post-punk that fans of the Touch & Go roster will find immediately appealing. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020