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.
My path will be your last.
They will know. Count your days.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Come sail on a spectrous sea.
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
This is my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The worst is coming for you and I’ll get mine.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.