Filthy and Fried (Live at 40 Watt Club, Athens, GA, 2018)

Oh, thank you all so much

Bottles falling in a dumpster send a stale smell rising through a sickening summer haze

To the rhythm of a boot-heeled hipster cowgirl's clunky sashay of shame

Mundane mayhem the last of the AM'S gasoline-powered release

Of the rest of the day to the afternoon's rising relentlessly stifling heat

Up 'round the corner a B model Mazda's sittin' crooked between the lines

Feeling lucky that 27's the hardest thing she'll have to survivе

Just don't mix your Browns and your whites with your wines and don't sit on your cigarettеs

You'll feel like shit soon enough and deserve's got no say in a story's past

It's what alive feels like

Bored children caught between dog days when night turns them loose

All that's different for girls is the bragging and who it's done to

'Cause everyone claims that the times are a-changing as theirs pass them by

And everyone's right

Down beneath all the talk and tequila and reasons, excuses and doubts

Breathing steam from his cup and stink from his fingers, he's startin' to figure it out

That the old man's world was more doing than thinking and the doing was more cut and dried

Now girls collect trophies as much as the boys and come home just as filthy and fried

Now girls collect trophies as much as the boys and come home just as filthy and fried

Thank you