wisco hooker at the back of the bar
you know who you are
trying to follow me out to my car
you know who you are
grinding on me like you're ready to go
you know who you are
just a ratchet with a noseful of blow
you know who you are
friday night staring into a pint, surviving with an ice cold beer
i heard a horrible screeching laugh, an icepick straight to the ear
i held my breath, i turned my head, afraid of what i would see
her nasty face gave me a crazy look, she headed straight for me
wisco hooker at the back of the bar
you know who you are
trying to follow me out to my car
you know who you are
grinding on me like you're ready to go
you know who you are
just a ratchet with a noseful of blow
you know who you are
she wandered over to my spot and asked me for another shot
i said "probably not, you smell like a rancid twat"
she was the perfect shade of failure, desperate for a favor
never seen a woman so haggard, had to say "see you later"
wisco hooker at the back of the bar
you know who you are
trying to follow me out to my car
you know who you are
grinding on me like you're ready to go
you know who you are
just a ratchet with a noseful of blow
you know who you are
Aussie upstarts juxtapose tightly-wound post punk songwriting with nuanced production, jangling choruses, and heady jams. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023