Urban rebels of the world
we stand alone
Urban rebels of the world
All the stories left untold
Nothing is real,
After all thoughts are just words
Nothing is real,
but sticks and stones
The thrill is real stiller than life
We dance along trying to belong
A game hardly won
A game hardly won
Aren't we all just the same
Out to do some wrong
Troubled souls singing our songs
Aren't we all just the same
A cult demonstration of the brain's intellect
Crucified by the misjudgment of narrow minded whims
A clever orifice for the weary devotee
a Speculation I intent to confess
Cryptic cynicism draws forth such illusive gallows
A raws touch send quivers down the spine of vice
Dead euphoria stiffens the seal
We are the weirdos
The thrill is real stiller than life
We dance along trying to belong
A game hardly won
A game hardly won
Urban rebels of the world we stand alone
Urban rebels of the world All the lies we've told
Nothing is real after all thoughts are just words
Nothing is real but sticks and stones
The Australian punks return with another round of turbo-charged riffs and debauched themes; crack open a cold one and get ready to mosh. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 10, 2024