You look real dumb, that you do son
And maybe you're only playing a game, having fun
Spiky hair, silly stare, jeans with holes showing your underwear
And anarchy symbols fuckin' everywhere
Sid Ridiculous, You're a mess
Just go home, son, don't be a pest
Is this how low things have sunk?
That Sid Ridiculous calls himself a punk?
A rich yuppie kid without a clue
And the new "fashion craze" that he's going through
Sid Ridiculous, You're a mess
Just go home, son, don't be a pest
I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth