She was a lonely pilot on a sinking ship
She didn't know who to ask for so she don't say shit
He was loaded bastard who came too quick
That man knows what he wanted and it makes me sick
You made me sick
You made me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
She was a lonely pilot on a sinking ship
She don't who to ask for so she don't say shit
He was a loaded bastard who came too quick
That man knows what he's after and you made me sick
You made me sick
You made me sick
You make me sick
My bag is silver but I'm after the gold
I'm the only motherfucker left who didn't sell his soul
I'm in hell now and I can see flames
Fuck the lemonade stand
All I make is cravings
We are the Local Cult
credits
from DRIP,
released June 10, 2019
Written by John Colaianni
Guitar and Vocals: John Colaianni
Bass: Steven Kerr
Drums: Ryan Kerr
Former pageant queen Caroline Weinroth takes aim at the competitive world of Miss America with this bouncy, grungy power-pop EP. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2022
A trio of sunny, orchestral alt-rock songs from this Philadelphia group get a reissue 16 years after they were recorded. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 7, 2022
The surf-pop loveliness of La Luz meets Veruca Salt-style layered vocals in this classic-sounding release from the U.K.'s Peggy Sue. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 21, 2020
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019