DEEP DOWN
Exit Bag
where i grew up, there was this scam that black kids used to pull on white kids who wandered too far outside their own neighborhoods:
if a kid had a nice bike, they’d surround him with like 10 kids and a shitty broken bike and pressure him to “trade” it. (i guess they figured they wouldn’t get in trouble then if the kid went to the police or whatever.)
this one kid we knew from school, we ran into him one day in the summer on this little bridge that passed over the railroad tracks. he was furious and half in tears because somebody had just traded his nice bike for some junk shit. he got so distraught he threw it over the side of the overpass just in time for the train to devour it.
things were different in a lot of ways back then. i know you think it’s hard to believe, but not everything’s gotten worse. some things are better now.
Lyrics
air-conditioned nightmare, cold sweat
can’t help it — never lose a bet
Suburbs? Where the fuck’s that, kid?
Mile from the county line but we gotta walk so we take our time
Returned and I felt as id always felt:
Not a word, but a gag, then it never fails —
God’s green earth won’t miss it, barely permits it
what the fuck’s missing?
dismissing, reminiscing:
bygone age. shit-start. teenage.
motherfucking hate this place.
hit this nose, hit this nose
fuck it now break, break
not right in my neighbor-
hood
Asphalt rippin our tires theres no way we can make it
spraypainted “fuck this fucken place” i hope you never escape it
See you in the suburbs where the fuck’s that? about a mile away from me
Toss this piece of shit bike to its death the tracks quickly ate it
gonna make you wanna make me make examples of you
i dont think you wanna know what happens from here
Maybe a little bit of fascism ain’t so bad
Sound of that got you piss your pants?
Every face you see got a victim mask
Hit your pacifier and the pause button
Hit the pause button, you bitch
Can never go home ’cause it’s all
Washed down with the rain through a filth-clogged drain
and it never comes back once it’s gone away:
spit into your face with this, the imagery, sound
all the way, all the way, all the way
deep deep down