ALBUM REVIEW: PUP – Who Will Look After The Dogs?
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
Every time I try to speak, I just crumble underneath.
Sorry is easy to say, harder to mean, and even harder to prove.
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
I mean it when I say always.
I’ll run into the riptide any time you want me there.
Oh no, here we go again…
Doing cocaine for Jesus, singing all my songs.
This won’t be the album anyone wanted, or anyone asked for.