She bites her tongue and grinds her teeth
She should have held on to her sweet beliefs
A secret cadre laying underground
Has come to purify the whole town
For upright boys and upright girls
And perfect angels
For perfect stock and perfect breed
And perfect angels
Momma’s looks and daddy’s cash
And perfect angels
He told his joke then he starts to choke
This is one bear that you don’t want to poke
A secret cadre waiting underground
Has come to purify the whole town
[chorus]
When they fall from grace
Will they scrape their face
(Their pretty face)
Perfect angels, perfect angels
We wish we could be
credits
from Dry Rub,
released March 22, 2019
Sax-Zach Garland-Foster
The soaring arcs of post-rock, the punchy rhythms of post-hardcore, and the jagged lines of post-punk all join on the latest from Aversions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2023