My little ones crawl up my back.
Stark white teeth, pink gums,
I ain’t no alley cat,
but I’ll still eat your trash,
climb highway exits,
eat beer cans for breakfast.
Every can I visit, I’ve got to admit that I might not make it back.
I’m not playin’ around.
The true black is comin'.
There’s no use in runnin'
from a sixteen wheeler headed southeast out of town.
And I knew it from the start,
in my little junkie heart,
that I’m better off dead than a scoundrel in bed around noon.
Pour one out for opossum,
who lay up there, rotten.
Hope they scrape ‘er up pretty soon.
Rising Philadelphia band balance oversized pop punk hooks with vivid, intimate lyrics, presenting a raw, honest vision of guitar music. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 30, 2022
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309