Another Friday night, pack of powder in my pocket and I feel alright
All jacked up on anxiety, a hit of poppers is all I need
I'm sky high my head implodes, why do I do it? I don't know
Cause once the party ends I swear I'll never do cocaine again
I can't run and I can't hide, oh no
I'm committing slow suicide
Now it's Saturday afternoon, I look like hell and feel like doom
Pick the blood out of my nose, pick the scabs from between my toes
Sit and stink in my underwear, why am I alive? I don't care
Take a deep breath, count to ten and swear I'll never do cocaine again
I can't run and I can't hide, oh no
I'm committing slow suicide
I know how this story ends for Johnny Thunders and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
I know how this story ends for DeeDee Ramone and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
I know how this story ends for Darby Crash and all his friends
But that won't happen to me, no self-inflicted tragedy
A new track from this tough-as-nails Boston hardcore outfit has some words for men who would dehumanize women in the scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018