some ratty audhd bi masc genderfluid punk warped and contorted by unspeakable horrors (living in south carolina)
“We investigated our puppet state and found no wrongdoing”
“I count lives, all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you’ll be strong
Fighting for your rights, even when you’re wrong
And hope that at least one of you sing about me when I’m gone”
ONLY TOOK FIVE FUCKING MONTHS
They don’t make bait like they used to
Reconstruction never should have ended
Fake country lmfaooo
WAITER, GET ME ANOTHER FRONT
PUSH IT TO THE LIMITTT
My mom remembers getting blocked from getting home from volleyball meets by their parades in suburban Austin in fucking ≈1986
I thought this was riffing off of that phenomenon
How the fuck do I hold the sickle wtf
Could just be a Mets fan you never know
Pretty sure it’s an lotr reference
Something something you have not in fact gotta hand it to him
Time for guerrilla handholding in the hills
The only thing I knew y’all for before is that Strong Bad liked the sound of your town’s name