Without the support of our amazing friends, families, and fellow musicians, we wouldn't bother waking up in the morning. Playing music for and with you is the answer to life, the universe, everything...
We are the kids who deal in porches and basements, late night phone calls and last minute arrangements. But we got a song and we're itchin' to play it, so sing with us eight feet below the pavement. We are so much more than the sum of our parts. With a fire in our guts and a song in our hearts. And we sing whoa-oh... Drive through the night with bench seats for a bed. Need gas, smokes, and food, buy a half-rack instead. But your arms around us and the blood that was shed make your floor feel like home under my spinning head. We came from nothin' and soon we'll just be ghosts, but right now our family is the whole damn west coast. Raise your voice and glass and join us in a toast 'cause you bastards are the ones who we love the most.
track released April 25, 2013
Kelley O'Death - Vocals, Lyrics
Mike Hex - Guitar, Knocks, Backing Vocals
Joni Krieger and Robert Rios - Percussion