Shit still sticks to broken bricks and you're out here all alone
playing punk out of auto trunks, the cops have gone home
cheers from the shore, I guess the home team has won
but who cares about baseball players when looking down a gun
fat blonde brothers convincing sobbing mothers it won't happen again
but here returns the summer of the gun
my toronto's fucking sick and you are all to blame
just more of the same
a child is dead, shot in the head and you bitch about bike lanes
who cares about the city's pride, go to your cottage again
I know your family, they make me sick, your whole fucking tribe
what will make you quit, a fist, a bribe?
fat blonde brothers convincing sobbing mothers it won't happen again
but here returns the summer of the gun
my toronto's fucking sick and you are all to blame
just more of the same
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
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