Lyrics:
We’ll burn our bridges down upon our heads tonight
We’ll learn our Ray Gun Love beneath the disco light
We’ll spike our trophy heads upon your castle wall
We’ll wake to find our wallet, watch, and cufflinks gone
CHORUS
And I’ve got ways to make you love me
But I’ve got ways to make you love me
I know you’ve got your reasons to keep my love up on your shelf
You threw me out of the window and down the wishing well
You got beetle wings and candles, little dolls that look like me
All your Golems crowd around you, they’ve got heads made out of clay
CHORUS
And I’ve got ways to make you love me
But I’ve got ways to make you love me
You got called before the Justice and kept crying out my name
You left clues upon the mantle and the bloody counterpane
I’ll think of you when the gunfire starts and the band begins to play
We’ll shoot the moon and die too soon
In this heavy, heavy rain
You’ve got wounds that bleed like Jesus
You’ve got eyes that weep like Christ
You’ve got spitting lips
And tiger hips
And heart just like a knife
CHORUS
But I’ve got ways to make you love me
And I’ve got ways to make you love me
Yeah I got ways to make you love me
I got ways
Yeah
I got ways
Bio:
Karl Sweet: Drums
Daryl Purdy: Vocals, Guitar.
Christian Lisso: Bass
Charles Watson: Keyboards and Synthesizers
Influences: Killing Joke; Birthday Party; Cramps; Crispy Ambulance
Critics say:
“A supercharged mix of post-punk spirit channeled through garage-rock ambition. Wicked, brash and hellishly catchy.” -Lonely Vagabond
“Musically, the band sounds like a mish-mash of The Birthday Party’s tribal rhythms, The Cramps’ sleaziness and Iggy Pop’s naked aggression…boasts fat, vibrant guitars and drums that are occasionally gut-punching and bowel-reverberating.”-Chart Attack