Bed-wetting punk rock trio from Seattle.
We're a trio from Seattle. We play punk rock: loud, hard, and fast. If you've heard The Clash, Screeching Weasel, or Social D, you know what we sound like.
Lyrics
The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
Waiting for the patrol,
Like a condemned man's last smoke.
Finally we watch them roll,
Leaving the desert full of dust and gold.
The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
Trudging across the sand
For miles and miles of no-man's land.
Faces tough and tanned
From years of running 'cross the Rio Grande.
The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
Suddenly bullets ring --
Eating dust and wildly shooting.
Paco screams, he's bleeding --
Leave him lie and keep on fighting.
The sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
O the sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
O the sun shines so bright,
Giving heat, giving light;
But we hide from the day
And we walk through the night,
Carrying bags and bags
And rounds and guns --
And the gift, of the gift,
Of the gift of the sun.
Of the sun.
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