I can be found in a social coma directly to your left Engaged in a conversation, a marvel with my breath Regarding how to document the shady baby steps I bounce checks like a modern man Sleep with one eye open while the other two drift Together, specimens from the promised land This for the thinkers This for the urchins allergic to they own stingers This for the absurd verdict linkers This for that cat at my shows that’s always got prophetic opinions But can’t remember where his drink is I’m wallowing, shrugging, I’m plugging your corporation ‘Cause we alley cats addicted to the sickly warped sensation Answer this: when all is said and done Are you a memorable trooper or just a lab rat on the run? Choose one
x412 WOLFPACKx Spring, ‘97. From left: Mike Sutfin, Jon Arends, Steve Parkes, me, Simon Czerwinskyj, & James DeJesus, 412 W Locust Street, Dekalb IL. This is the student ghetto house where we lived for a year. Along with THE KILLERS, SOCIAL COMA, DANGERMOUSE and LOS CRUDOS, CHARLES BRONSON practiced here and wrote the “Youth Attack” LP in the basement. Photo by Steve Parkes.