I’m tired of the people who never understand
So my friend and I decided we would start a band
We go to work and serve some food we can’t afford
and write a bunch of songs about it with the same four chords
When there’s nothing left to eat
I know where I’m going
that prick who didn’t tip me
will reap what he’s sowing
I’ll kick his door right down
and storm into his room
raid his kitchen cabinets
and walk away with all his food
Sick of serving up my body alongside all yr food
Being pushed and groped and having to keep a cheery mood
Begging for tips and smiling at dicks ain’t the life to lead
squandering our lives for the sake of the bosses greed
When there’s nothing left to eat
I know where I’m going
that prick who didn’t tip me
will reap what he’s sowing
I’ll kick his door right down
and storm into his room
raid his kitchen cabinets
and walk away with all his food
burn the pizzerias like we’re burning the NYPD
take this job and shove it, make your own delivery
sick of washing dishes when i can’t afford to live
being pushed out the city, something’s gotta give
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023