It was never so hard to justify a wrong
Make myself believe I was right all along
It was never so hard to lie through my teeth
Avert the blame, avoid the grief.
It was never so hard to get my way,
Control the players,
Know what to say.
Every night I dream of a mystical cleanse
That'll burn misfortune, tie up loose ends.
Every night I dream, and every morning I rise,
Soul left my body,
Fire in my eyes.
Now I've reached my peak,
Two hours to dawn.
I need to get out,
The show must go on.
Lights out.
The show must go on.
Start the car.
The show must go on.
Fill the gas.
The show must go on.
Park out back.
The show must go on.
Smash a window.
The show must go on.
Douse the walls.
The show must go on.
Douse the floors.
The show must go on.
Douse the doors.
The show must go...
Lights on.
credits
from Pump the Juice [EP],
released October 8, 2012
Elazar Abraham and Pump the Juice
Extra-riffy guitar rock gets dosed on this psych-tinged release, straight out of Southern California’s still-kicking garage scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2016