No Falafel from Intercourse by Intercourse

you caught me red handed spacing off again... blood on my blankets no falafel... If these walls could talk you know they'd throw up and you'll clean it you dumb fuck again and again and you'll fucking like it you'll love it... 29 going on 16 heading straight to the grave... Waking up with a dry mouth from the shittiest dreams trees lose leaves people change I stay the same... No falafel not tomorrow... Ad-Rock, Mca, Mike D the Beastie Boys fought for your right to party you pissed it away... What goes up must come right back down you'll find me hanging after the greatest party cut me down.

• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• noise rock
• noisecore
• post-hardcore
• Connecticut