Pusher:And We're Off
From Louisville Punk/Hardcore History
We're running and the sweat stings. The sweat stings the scratches on our backs. A constant reminder that our fruit is gone. And she sings so sweetly. And she sings, "Who doesn't like the taste of ashes? Who doesn't like to taste?" We're still running. She's still singing. She'll sing that song right to death now. A constant reminder that our fruit is gone.