Listen to the full album: bit.ly/14QT5Q4 "But The Nuns Are Watching" by I Set My Friends On Fire from the album 'You Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laughter,' available now Download the album on iTunes: bit.ly/1xhCvzh
Look, he drank straight from the faucet Holy shit, he's fucking lost it We only enjoy fine sparkling water Fed something adhesive to your daughter! Look, he drank straight from the faucet Holy shit, he's fucking lost it We only enjoy fine sparkling water Fed something adhesive to your daughter! Call me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass! (yeah) I don't need hot wheels to get to class! What the hell is wrong with him? His hair's so long, it needs a trim I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers It's probably true like all the other rumors You think you're modern But that taste won't last (It just won't last) And everything you own Will be (Will be) the fucking past (the fucking past) Cynicism save me, turn me around and march me Back up the sidewalk to my door Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat On the floor (Lead me back into my bedroom) And make me put my clothes back on Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook Let's find the bottom of this cave and close the book The salt on my lips is an enzyme That metabolizes reality To fuel these dirty delusions You're leading me to these conclusions The organs exploding In my torso Like a series of city blocks Giving in to a nuclear blast And now my pressure relief valve is activated Maybe I should stop holding my breath I'll prove it, come sit next to me Tell me what you do at work, you half-hearted intimacy We'll be like gay actors, over and out Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins fantasize about But if I knew your name It would have to be for charity Just try me! Test me! Release me! Cynicism reassure me that If we only had less clothing and better light It would all just be an embarrassing Misunderstanding The sudden silences aren't the crash Where lips should be If this were a contract, I wouldn't sign
They actually stole it lol. Listen to 9:00 on this album ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-EEWMGZWvooA.html Notice there’s also a track on that called “Call Me Old Fashioned, But I think Trains Kick Ass.”
@@otaimaksimaify They've always made a point to prove you can sing whatever the hell you want as long as you have a heavy beat and distorted guitars. Super chill band. Great dudes.
I get you. When I was in 6th grade I thought I wanna gonna be a criminal or in prison when I grew up while listening to this song. Now I’m a fire fighter lol
@@plaguedoctor5657 as an adult I realize there will never be a band that will ever be able to come close to replicating their sound. Timeless music! ISMFOF🔥
JL 1997 exactly In junior high my “friends” would tell me to stop listening to screamo and ONLY listen to rap. Fuck outta here. I like what I like And that’s every genre of music Cept country... can’t get into that but all music is great. Keep listening to what moves your soul 🔥
🎵Cynicism save me. Turn me around and march me back up the sidewalk to my door. Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor. Lead me back into my bedroom, And make me put my cloths back on. Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook, Lets find the bottom of this cave and close the book! The salt on my lips is an enzyme, That metabolizes reality, To fuel these dirty delusions! You're leading me to these CONCLUSIONS! The organs exploding, IN MY TORSO! Like a series of city blocks, Giving in to a nuclear blast. And now my pressure relief valve is activated; Maybe I should stop holding my breath. I'll prove it, come sit next to me. Tell me what you do at work; You half-hearted intimacy. We'll be like gay actors, Over and out. Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins, Fantasize about.🎵
Imagine waking up ever day for a summer to " and now my pressure relieve valve is activated, maybe I should stop holding my breath. I'll price it come sit next to me. Tell me what you do at work you half hearted inttimicy..."
Well, Epitaph published the album's tracks, which was nice of them. (still waiting for them to publish the whole Astral Rejection, tho.) This doesn't mean that ISMFOF is still back with full force, but once Matt releases Caterpillar Sex, we'll celebrate!
Look, he drank straight from the faucet Holy shit, he's fucking lost it We only enjoy fine sparkling water Fed something adhesive to your daughter! Look, he drank straight from the faucet Holy shit, he's fucking lost it We only enjoy fine sparkling water Fed something adhesive to your daughter! Call me old-fashioned, but I think trains kick ass! (yeah) I don't need hot wheels to get to class! What the hell is wrong with him? His hair's so long, it needs a trim I heard he packs a lot in those bloomers It's probably true like all the other rumors You think you're modern But that taste won't last (It just won't last) And everything you own Will be (Will be) the fucking past (the fucking past) Cynicism save me, turn me around and march me Back up the sidewalk to my door Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat On the floor (Lead me back into my bedroom) And make me put my clothes back on Grab the Mag-Lite, get the grappling hook Let's find the bottom of this cave and close the book The salt on my lips is an enzyme That metabolizes reality To fuel these dirty delusions You're leading me to these conclusions The organs exploding In my torso Like a series of city blocks Giving in to a nuclear blast And now my pressure relief valve is activated Maybe I should stop holding my breath I'll prove it, come sit next to me Tell me what you do at work, you half-hearted intimacy We'll be like gay actors, over and out Having the kind of sex sacrificial virgins fantasize about But if I knew your name It would have to be for charity Just try me! Test me! Release me! Cynicism reassure me that If we only had less clothing and better light It would all just be an embarrassing Misunderstanding The sudden silences aren't the crash Where lips should be If this were a contract, I wouldn't sign
