I've got no skills. I've never had a job.
All I know is doing robs
You and ya husband are fast asleep
In stolen air maxes, I quietly creep
Goin' solo through ya back door
Up to the bedroom, empty the drawer
If ya wake up you'll probably scream
Hit ya with a pole, it's just a bad dream
B'n'E
Break and Enter
You can call the cops, I'll be gone in a flash
With all your jewellery and any cash
Pawn it for cheap down the pub
So I can feed my habit for drugs
I'm a junkie, I no longer feel
I've got no conscience when I steal
A skinny fuckin' addict goin' thru your shit
It's enough to make you sick
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024