Its time to put the kids to bed
To snuff the light in their head
It’s time to put them down
We do not mess around
We cook your meals
We haul your trash
We drive your ambulance
We guard you while you sleep
You are an amputee
Do not fuck with us
Whittling on the farm
We know our way to Mars
We know you noticed
We’ll take back what is ours
Whittling on the farm
We know our way to Mars
We know you noticed
We’ll turn off all the lights
Its time to put the kids to bed
Your deadbeat politics
Its time to take them out
We do not mess around
You farce you piggyback lard
Your a waste of space
Your waste of art
But of all the things you are
The cancer of our heart
Do not fuck with us
Whittling on the farm
We know our way to Mars
We know you noticed
We’ll take back what is ours
Whittling on the farm
We know our way to Mars
We know you noticed
We’ll turn off all the lights
Somewhere I’m romancing
We left the runts alone to die in a ditch
To burn like a witch and come back and haunt us
Well carry the ghost of Tom with us
On Mars
We’re taking off
We’re taking off and landing
On Mars
We’re taking off
We’re taking off and landing
Two major players from Japan's alt-rock scene team up for a grunge-pop EP that explores noisy highs and melancholy lows. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 5, 2022