Hot like drama
Every mannerism stylized
Care about class till they’ve got a few in ‘em
Sloshing, and yelling, and stomping around
Bothersome and hard to look away
They’ll let you know when they arrive
Everything that comes out of their mouths
Every word that I hear
No substance
The herd moves like a big stupid idiot
Taking pictures and laughing at them later
There is no social compromise
Every stink that they exhale
Everyone that I see
No Substance
I know this group of idiots
I see them all over town
I can’t tell if they’re dumb or just wasted
No taste
You imbecile
supported by 5 fans who also own “This Group of Idiots”
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude