Inner-city music for your home stereo
Driving the kids to violence
Pushing for the new shit, trendy material
Written by hipster nihilists
Don’t want another mouth to feed
I got a drum machine
It’s all I need
My hypothesis (and I fear there can be no doubt about it):
The pop-ocalypse is right here
But the kids don’t know about it
You talk normal but sing with an accent
Painted your fingernails bright red
You spent the afternoon in front of the mirror and
Carefully crafted your bedhead
You’ve got that oh-so-deliberate je ne sais quoi
Too bad your biggest fan is still your mom
When I’m in this room I need my space
To set the mood where I create
It’s ten o’clock, why are you here?
Don’t talk to us
Just pack your gear
My hypothesis (and I fear there can be no doubt about it):
The pop-ocalypse is right here
And the kids, they don’t know they’re gonna be consumed
credits
from Precariously Arranged,
released February 3, 2019
Music and lyrics by John Norwood
Arrangement by Upstate Escape
Engineering/Mixing by Milton Georges (Hot Pump Studios) and John Norwood
Mastering by LANDR
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