If you’ve seen the fire
Meet me in the town square
I’ll be wearing gloves and
Making shadow puppets on the city hall wall
We can celebrate however you like
I just want to talk
Before the dice are rolled again
And maybe this time we’ll all be dead
Sweet smell of plastic
This must be a dream
Maybe I am just dying again
This is not how I imagined it
When the sun is going down
Find me hiding in my house
With the tv on but
Barely watching it at all
Can’t pay too much attention
Because of all the palpitations
Try to fall asleep
But I’m too afraid that I will never wake up again
Sweet smell of plastic
This must be a dream
Maybe I am just dying again
This is not how I imagined it
Fuzzy Austin trio follow up their first album in 20 years, released in Spring 2015, with a stomping new EP of noisy rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2016