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
See you suffer, see you suffer!
See you suffer, punk motherf*** er!
See you suffer, drunk in the gutter!
See you suffer, you deadbeat motherf*** er!
He comes home drunk,
And swears to God;
He beats his wife,
He hates his job:
For fifteen years,
And no one cared,
And no one asked
About my scars,
And broken skin,
And spinning stars,
And blood on my chin.
How did it start?
And when will it end?
This pounding heart;
These tangled limbs.
Please leave him, Mom,
We can go tonight --
We can hide some place
He'll never find:
For fifteen years
And all the tears;
She could have died
From all those welts --
Her makeup won't hide --
From a heavy belt;
And the black eyes.
We lived in Hell,
For fifteen long years,
Under an evil spell
We loathed and we feared.
See you suffer, see you suffer!
See you suffer, punk motherf*** er!
See you suffer, drunk in the gutter!
See you suffer, you deadbeat motherf*** er!
Then one night,
I grabbed the lamp,
And when he swung,
I hit back:
For fifteen years,
I didn't dare;
The scars still raw --
They're full of hate:
Can't bury the past --
Won't go away,
In a pint or shot glass.
I see your face,
And it haunts me still;
In the heat of day,
Still shake from this chill.
See you suffer, see you suffer!
See you suffer, punk motherf*** er!
See you suffer, drunk in the gutter!
See you suffer, you deadbeat motherf*** er!
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