Down home life burnin up in a blink
Only when you're plastered can you start to think
Necromalic child of a filtered life
Living for the cold of an autopsy knife
Who digs your grave Mister Cotton
Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten
The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten
Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin
Fill up your musket with the telephone fuel
Self-effaced totem pole, facetless jewel
Hangin from the rafters with a bat in your hair
Bones in your eyeballs and you wonder why they stare
Who digs your grave Mister Cotton
Son of a biscuit slow hand what you gotten
The soup is cold and all your crops are rotten
Buckshot soda and your three-legged horse is trottin
A female voice that feels out of another century quivers over a folk harp on the 11 tracks that make up this exclusive video album. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 14, 2016
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017