Pusher:Scapehole
From Louisville Punk/Hardcore History
I found a hole where the scapegoats go to die. I saw them all with their rolled back, pretty eyes. Take my hand, I'll take you there. Are you ready? We're leaving now. We're gonna go see heaven's own hell now. Are you ready? We're leaving now. We're gonna go where they're seen and not heard. Are you ready? They say what they mean when they swallow their tongues. I hope you're trip was worth it.