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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.
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Genre
Rock • Punk
Charts
Peak #422
Peak in subgenre #25
Author
autonomadic
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2005 autonomadic; licensed cc/by-nc-sa/2.0
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April 18, 2006
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MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:29
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I remember a quiet office. I remember a drowning goldfish. Magazines stacked on corner tables; Padded chairs my bed of nails. I remember a smiling lady, Telling me Dr. Nick was ready. I remember her tight pink scrubs, Giving her heavy breasts a hug. Brown teeth -- I ate too much blue cheese. Now I face a pink tee, Sedated in a tan seat, Falling into a black sleep. I remember the big vinyl chair. I remember her peroxide hair. An army of picks and scrapers at hand, I sit down; she positions the lamp. I remember the light in my eyes. I remember the tight slacks 'round her thighs. She leans closer -- the latex veil; I remember the scent, distinctly female. She lets me choose the fluoride taste; Squinting, I bask in her gaze. I remember her hands in my mouth. I remember my gaze roaming south. I remember the bib she removes, Her arms around me, I brush her boobs. She scolds me to floss every day -- I remember hot cheeks of shame. I dream of her white heat, Making my gaping mouth bleed; She wipes the steel on a rouge sheet, Tenderly scraping my mouth.
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