Song Description

Hard and fast punk prototype.

Lyrics

Angels and Coffee by day
in a catastrophic chilli trauma rage
the cold blood ruptures the veins
while the television butchers the brains

The word from the front line is sad
the wars that you fight are goin' bad
You're a pitstop nympho with beer
like an angel with coffee and tears

It's grey near the back of my mind
with milk verses moonshine we ride
through the hills and the deserts of time
with our goblins and our killers on our minds