I need a girl like a kick in the teeth
Like a Rabbi needs a Christmas wreath
I've been down, banging on for days
About some godforsaken, bones been achin', cake-in-face malaise
I need a soul like a neck full of lead
Like a horseman needs a working head
I've been up, haven't slept in weeks
Hesitant to get a fix, I'm never quick to sweet relief
Passing out in a pool of sweat
Getting sick in someone else's bed
When does rock 'n' roll start to get sad?
When does chasing girls make you look like a creepy dad?
I need a heart like a punch in the eye
Like the Irish need to say goodbye
I've been 'round, being lazy for months
Life's up a hundred-nothing, having fun and running in the sun
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