The Car Bomb Parade - Sick! (And Feral We Shall Be) (feat. Adea Frances) Lyrics

Take up rattle snakes
And drink strychnine
Punk rock's saving
All of our lives
It's a lie, it's a curse
It's a lead pipe cinch
A crumbling acropolis
A bourgeois nazi state
Weaponized victimhood
And terminal uniqueness
And the phallic f*cking fallacy
Of financial freedom
But pride, fear, and oh my dear
They look down from the gutters
And sacrifice the ones you love
Now dance with flaming bottles
Feral we shall be my love
And feral we shall be
And feral we shall be my love
And feral we shall be
My love
People like patterns
And patterns hunt people
Humanity is burning
Rising from the steeple
But punk rock warned us
For 50 f*cking years
They're coming for your shows
We saw it happen here
Coming for your qualities
And coming for your clothes
Coming for your calories
And coming for your shows
They're coming for your friends
They're coming for your mothers
They're coming for your sisters
And they're coming on your lovers
Feral we can be my love
And feral we can be
And feral we can be my love
And feral we can be
My love
No class, no borders
No bourgeois new world order
They take moral detours
Trying to snuff us all out
It's a constant f*cking effort
Not to blow it all up
Take my word, take a stand
They're laying, they're bleeding
A sight so grand
A raccoon dance on their graves
A rabid f*cking broadcast taking over airwaves
No class, no borders
Feral we shall be my love
Feral we shall be my love
And feral we shall be
And feral we shall be my love
And feral we shall be
My love