This song is about greedy rich bigots who whine about the littlest things and a wish to rob and end them.
lyrics
Luxury over survival, it ain’t convenient to give a damn. Deadbeat on arrival, your pity party is a public sham. I hear a lot of words but I don’t see action. At least I can say I try. All you ever really wanna is talk shit. When there’s fascists on the street, do something about it. If I can’t take em all, then I’ll die trying. Do it for Isidore, 1939. Put your money where your mouth is. Give it some elbow grease. Don’t worry. This ain’t rock bottom. What you’re tasting is just asphalt.
credits
from Ain't Nothing Like The Last Minute,
released August 1, 2022
Additional vocals and lyrics by Justin Anthony of Mortal Ground, Consumed With Hatred, Thirteentwelve, etc
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