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JUKEBOX BOY
I reach in my pocket for some change
Drop a quarter in the slot and hear it ring
Flip through the titles for a name
I just can’t find a god damn thing
Kick the machine to get back my change
Fucker won’t give up a god damn thing
Kick it again and again and again
Ain’t no way I’m gonna get my change
A lady calls the cops on me
They get there fast, get the drop on me
I run out the door with a slam
Bullets flyin’ past my head
The sirens they are callin’ me
25 blocks to the next machine
I’m a juke box boy, that’s no lie
A juke box boy willin’ to die
A juke box boy with a habit so huge
A juke box boy through and through
Gotta have it every day
Gotta have it any ol’ way
Gotta have it when I get my pay
A juke box song to set me free
Runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ like hell
Cops on my ass want me in a cell
No music in my head to soothe my brain
Need the next machine ‘fore I go insane
I dodge in an alley, cut to the left
Runnin’, runnin’, nearly outta breath
The cops, the cops are closin’ fast
There ain’t no way they gonna get my ass
Tryin’ to lose cops donut fat
Divin’ in a sewer with plenty of rats
Cops keep cruising past my hole
Smell of the place ‘bout to melt my soul
Got the whole world comin’ down on me
I need a juke box song to set me free
I’m a juke box boy, that’s no lie
A juke box boy willin’ to die
A juke box boy with a habit so huge
A juke box boy through and through
Gotta have it every day
Gotta have it any ol’ way
Gotta have it when I get my pay
A juke box song to set me free
Just so close, but so far away
Plenty a pigs ‘tween a juke box and me
I gotta chance it, I just can’t wait
bullets ricochetin’ off the sewer grate
I make my best rabbit move
Runnin’ ‘tween bullets, I just can’t lose
Slidin’ along fast and smooth
Just gotta have that juke box groove
All of a sudden it all goes black
Bastards put a bullet in my back
I don’t care, I’ve gone way wrong
Gotta have one last juke box song
Mumbo jumbo over my grave
Just can’t wait, throw the dirt on me
Fallin’, fallin’, straight to hell
Send me down that hot, black well
I’m a juke box boy, that’s no lie
A juke box boy willin’ to die
A juke box boy with a habit so huge
A juke box boy through and through
Gotta have it every day
Gotta have it any ol’ way
Gotta have it when I get my pay
A juke box song to set me free
I bet the Devil is waitin’ for me
Gonna drop a quarter in his music machine
The Devil’s music will set me free
A poor ol’ juke box boy like me
Just picturing the basement dwelling losers standing around in a shitty club with like 12 people pretending that they are artistic geniuses because they make tapes. Basically the worst tendencies in modern noise all compounded into one sound. Then again; most noise is terrible. I mean how much of it do we really need? Damn sorry for being such a bummer. Adam Lehrer/Safety Propganda
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021
Released via experimental institution Skin Graft, “First Love” is the perfect reintroduction to one of Japan’s most criminally underrated noise-rock bands. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 1, 2018