She sprawls across the lawn
A pesticide bed
Ash falls down to her face
From her cigarette
Well the road seeps to the river
We all drink water, hope you're not parched
Says the old man to his daughter
I'm nervous for your life, but it could be worse
We've got a cancer
Under our skin
Since dawn of industry
It's always been
Diggin' landfills to fill with ourselves
On beds of bottles and bricks and nails
We'll be fine, we've made enough to spare
And it's getting worse
credits
from Humble House,
track released August 18, 2017
David Rothe - vocals, guitar
Paul Bretl - drums, percussion, vocals
Nate Seibel - bass, vocals
Michael Cameron - lead guitar, vocals
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