Baby, you’re looking good enough to eat,
Well lucky enough for you, honey I’m pretty hungry.
Come on, I’m waiting here with my dinner plate,
Give me something I would happily devourer.
Wayhey, I’m gonna feast like a king tonight,
And then I’ll be walking out and leaving you to foot the bill.
Highly offensive to the tongue,
I’m what you’d call an acquired taste.
A fulltime member of the lowest class,
Parade around like a rancid wino.
Get down, gyrate to an absent beat,
My future’s looking bleak, I cry myself to sleep but still,
There’s life in the old dog yet.
Uninvited I daunder in,
Make myself at home like an infection.
I spy the talent and give them all my chat,
And then wake up in the street next to the bins with a sense of regret and multiple fractures.
Oh, the daily grind, the daily chore,
Longing for something more unusual,
So whenever you find yourself erect,
Tighten a noose around your neck,
Oh, the daily grind, the daily chore,
Longing for something more unpredictable,
So whenever you find yourself erect,
Tighten a noose around your neck,
It’s the quintessential thrill.
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A fairly recent discovery for me. Mr Fitness is pretty much a one man band with some added percussion. He’s engaging, quirky and produces quite a fine post punk styled racket… Mt.Vic.Matt
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022