Perhaps the greatest of the late 80's early 90's Lubbock bands was Tragic Macine. I'm loking for someone with a copy of their demo, which I lost. If I can remember every word of theirsong Martin (Mar-teen) then one of you cocksuckers has this cassette in your dresser drawer!
MARTIN
Well all this chaos
follows me about
my entire being pains
can't let it out.
Nothing changes
always the same
shotgun blast
echoes my name
but I don't cry
when I go home
I pass by
I'm all alone
I'm swattin' flies
When I go home I'm tellin' lies
when I go home.
Sittin' at the bar
mum'blin my drunken prose
and memories of endless hate
got plenty of those
nothin' changes
always the same
shotgun blast
echoes my name
but I don't cry.
No I'm not cryin".
Sittin' at the bar
mumblin' my drunken prose
and memories of endless hate
got plenty of those
nothin' changes
always the same
explosion of the passing car-bomb
echoes my name
cryin when I go home
cryin'
I'm all alone,
but I don't cry
I tell these lies
I'm swattin' flies.
Lies lies lies.
When I go home
when I go home
get in the car
we're runnin' late.
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