Carbrain - The Wake

A stream from your mouth of filth, gave me dog’s abuse

And I, I was so indifferent, I was set apart

I, I was so ungrateful, had to change my voice just to get a part

Once you had the taste of cold lemonade, in those days you were made

I, I used to climb that tree

You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain

Fell from a stool in a pub where they played punk rock

The floor in the punk rock club always flattens your hair

The floor in the friendly club, like revolving doors, fake cheap flashing lights

And a new wave track spins in your sore head, that’s the best of things

I, I used to climb that tree

You, you got the better of me with your Carbrain