Just cos we risked our lives for the stereo
Don't mean we're set to go alone
Can't you admit it see now they left us here?
No second act just fears unknown
Where are my friends
Where have they been
They've gone off for the weekend
I'll bring them back through strings and jokes
But they will never know
We're getting by
The only way we know
We're building something
Til we're not alone
He'll say my brother died for the stereo
Go through my things say he came close
Cos there's an age where you learn you have no choice
But die or redefine your hopes
Where are my friends
Where have they been
They've gone off for the weekend
I'll bring them back through strings and jokes
But they will never know
We're getting by
The only way we know
We're building something
Til we're not alone
This is a deceptive road
Wide open til you can't move
We'll be the heroes for each year we've missed
And all the screendoor homes
We're gonna die in a small town someday
Lonely bitter alone as the stakes
I gave you all of my time to escape
You'd rather give up your life and save face
Nothing risked and no changes we stay around
And around
And around
And around til that day
We're getting by
The only way we know
We're building something
Til we're not alone
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020