THE GRUBBLES
Frondly Warning
You pose, all gold and gleaming
A ten dressed to the nines
Spongeclots deaf to our screaming
And to the changing times
Stay swimming in your mentions
Too cold to feel whats coming
Why do we mask intentions?
All you hear is drumming, drumming
Drumming (x14)
(Instrumental)
Dont bother looking for us
As if you even would
Just jam out to the chorus
As if you understood
We sing a song of freedom
The best track is the last
Liner notes, hey did you read em?
We sang your epitaph
(Blood Boils x8)
Baby queen or calamari
Gonna fry and dip you
Way too late to say youre sorry
Way too late to fix you
(Instrumental)