Joey, Dylan, Nick, David
My name is Joey, I write the words and melody.
They make the meat. I hope we sound like this:
roots, garbage, bones, snapping joints, vomit,
bottles, creaking floors, weather, urban sprawl, animals with horns,
decay, sleep, landfills, teeth, Chicago, suburbs of Chicago, driving,
walking on blisters, paper cuts, chalk, sex, cheating, scraping, aching,
dragging, busted, snow, coughing.