Do you think the songs in this blog are a little too poppy, maybe you'd prefer something a little noisier once in a while, then this could be the song for you. I'll add the lyrics as without them you'll be at a loss as to what the hell's going on. It sounds like the end of the world with everyone dying horribly. Bloody good it is too.
Comrades are New York City's finest crust/folk/ska/punk tribe, they previously featured in this blog last year ( http://justsomepunksongs.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/comrades-cats-not-cops.html) and they're back again due to the release of their new video (a video that'll go down well with any skaters amongst you).
Taken from their excellent We Got This!!! album (https://comradescollective.bandcamp.com/album/we-got-this-2) (http://antiauthority.bigcartel.com/product/comrades), this is Lice Bingo........
They gave you a funeral, but not a wake your asleep and you don't realize how much they take from your soul just another hole to fill with empty promises and words and every dollar that you spend is one more that you have to earn, it's an endless cycle no one learns.
Yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
Yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world
bad habbbits bad habbits bad habbits getting worse
self serenading rainy days
lying facedown in the dirt
my friends say i should get some help
but getting better just feels worse
Yo requerdo risa
as the cities burned
Yo requerdo risa
at the end of the world
brutish tendancies lead me away from anticipating, affectionate nights, new conversations, with hope continoulsly deflating that anyone can fathom rewiring, undomesticating we're all wrong wrong and backwards leaving books unread, smiles turned down, knives unsharpened and brains unfed, you'd say i'm not a hero for anything worthy on the side of the road beat up anxious and dirty
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