Little bit of angry background folk punk. Quick and dirty. Double feature, today. Mostly recorded while lying down and being sad. Lyrics in fold.

From the redlines to the green mines, I think I've had enough of your kind. For all the merit that you'd find, needles hang with hungry eyes. The camels are swinging high.

I want the end of the world. No, I don't want no one to get hurt. But, I want the last to be first like it says in the bible.

Failing this, it would suffice for either the dead or the oceans to rise, the stars all to fall, the bombs all to drop, or whatever.

Oh i want the end of the world. It's true. Yeah, don't you?