A tribute to the fires that were raging when our formation was happening in the shed, and to one particular 'leader' who decided the best course of action was a Hawaiian getaway.
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So you fucked off, while our country is in a crisis
And on your return, you expected praise
You parade in a high class suit, while our true heroes fight the flames
Half your bloody time as king has been spent on lavish holidays
State Of Emergency
You patrol the charred coast, with a convoy of guards
No food no water and no kind words
Not a single cent to spare, you tightass clueless prick
We don’t want your handshakes, we need your help you useless cunt
The punk legends return with their first studio album in 35 years, featuring reworked fan favorites as well as all-new material. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 22, 2020