Screaming vocals, blues guitar, fuzz bass, and industrial drums - produced to sound like it was recorded in a barn with one microphone. Hristo is an embodiment
I got the dirt under my fingernails
And a shovel in the ground
Muddy handprint on my shoulders
And I'm starin' at the mound
July 26th of '68
We tied ourselves a knot
Nova Nicole McCoy from South Detroit
What hath the Devil wrought?
Now I'm not one to allow myself to be pushed around by some self-proclaimed jurisdictional nymph, regardless of the quantity or quality of copulation she may administer. But I must confess it, Nova had a superlative semblance that gained complete and total control over yours truly. She told me to do the dishes, and Goddamn it, I did them! She had to be stopped... somehow...
I had the chain going from my ankle
All the way back to the sink
Carry up my ball just to
Have myself a drink
Signed my way down to Hell
Got me married on my cold feet and fell
I may look a man, but I'm just a shell
Since Nova took my ring, everything went straight down to Hell
