Drug Church - Foam Pit Lyrics






Work on my presentation
Shoes shirt and dictation
Give my best effort to stand up straight for that
Emails politely phrased
Everything about me begs
Don't pass me over please there's rent I gotta pay
Oh Jesus

There's rent I gotta pay

Those grimy eyes paw at you
Those greasy hands grab at you
They wanna wring what little you have left
You're not welcome, they make it clear
They tell you, you're only here
To hold their ladder

Seeing a therapist but being open to risk
No way to safely convey the size of this shoulder chip
Running' on bitterness briar hooks into hips
Get hot from anger and melted straight into my couch

At least there's some self in self-destruction





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  1. j.... z....

    Who play this on 2035

  2. M.... ....

    absolute tUne!!

  3. c.... n....

    nice work S++

  4. Q.... c....

    This is a good album! Nice job guys! I like every song.

    Q.... c....

    I agree it's been many years since I've come across an album in this genre that I could listen to every song without hating atleast one.. Im a country and red dirt music fan but this band is awesome!

  5. S.... M....

    This whole album fucks. HARD. Drug Church out here keeping punk alive.