You used to study on Friday nights
Play Uno when you were done
And I don't understand, understand
Your newfound romance with motor bikes
You say you missed out on teenage fun
The excitement of holding hands, holding hands
You want your life to be more like what is on your screen
You'll only find your Ares at the bottom of a bottle of cheap wine
Preaching 420, took your hand off of the throttle
Under the guise of good times
You used to find comfort in yourself
Not a bad girl to hang with
You were my best friend, my best friend
Contributing to the commonwealth
Is now long gone from where I sit
And now the vultures send, vultures send
Their troops to pick you apart
Pluck the remains of your heart
And you know Hephaestus will wait for you
So you can go and have your war god too
Oh, the things you do
Oh, gods, if Hephaestus knew
These guys tick every box for what I want in music. The melodies, the harmonies, the lyrics. There's a character limit so I'll say there are few perfect records in the world and this is one of them. Karma Gambit
Every song title (and every lyric) is depressing as hell, but it somehow manages to make you feel better about life at the same time. And isn't that perhaps the noblest thing music can do? Karma Gambit