Exit Bag

Songs

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