My only sense of courage comes from beer or Novocain; it does wonders for my good grace.
The mountains we defiled, all the wars I won’t be found at, to the campsite where I claimed my grave
All you ever wanted was for me to talk about me & you waited on bated breath
I circled round the answers fought the guilt that we would drown in and left out everything that you needed
Now all of my money’s gone I’ve been bleeding my wallet dry
I know that money can’t buy you love so darlin I just lied
And when you wake up with your hand on a gun and your mouth open wide
If you pull that sweet trigger, you know you'll enjoy the ride
You torn yourself to pieces we were walking around the world
The friends that came to visit now just leave us all alone
All the parties that we went to and the weddings that they had were the times we always felt alone
I could draw out ever reason; I could cut myself to pieces bleed until there’s nothing left
Lay here on the ground and let the wind blow me around like some litter on the lake shore path
Now all of my money’s gone I’ve been bleeding my wallet dry
And lying can’t find you love then why the fuck should I try?
And when you wake up with your hand on a gun and your mouth open wide
If you pull that sweet trigger, you know you'll enjoy the ride
Gutsy rock & roll from this Brooklyn group bursting with hot-rodding riffs and snarling vocals, hearkening back to classic dark punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2023
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022
supported by 4 fans who also own “Bleeding My Wallet Dry”
A very unique addition to the PUP discography that brings a multitude of new sounds compared to previous works, not bad by any means, just a little different.
Go see them live, chaotic. Shmoob