now they've tossed every attic and combed every field & stream and now they're dragging the lake
and they're calling the whole thing off if they cant find him by the end of the day
now they've hired an army of P.R. thugs to keep the widows lawyers at bay
and she's begging for one last look before they haul another body away
now they've hauled in a rabble of pushers, pimps, colluding with the devil below
and they're throwing the press all the useless scrap and bone of what they already know
now they stare at a mess of photos, names, and dates of what they already know
and they're squeezing the cons and the traffic cops colluding with the devil below
they'll never give him up
stepping on their heels and dropping eaves upon their every thing
close enough to know that they are capable of anything
now he's checking the hints from the adventists not present when the body was found
and he's thumbing the ash in the tire tracks at the chapel that burned to the ground
now he's suffering the rants of the suplicants while the agents await their demands
and he's dusting for phantoms and finger prints and impressions of alien hands
now he's grilling the pundits and publicists on the girls that he had on the side
and they're counting the rations of hot house faith
the rosaries and delicate lies
now he's bribing the mimes and the malcontents for the clamour that they're trying to hide
and they're begging the adders and alchemists on clues on when he's coming to life
they'll never give him up
and the spies and the operatives are rushing about
and they cant articulate what all the fuss is about
and the cops are busy with the mess of flushing them out
and I tire and I'm tired of all this fusing about
and they thank her very candidly for bringing him in
and he's back there in the drunk tank sleeping it off
and it's not enough to hold him on they're letting him go
and she's finally ha enough and now she's walking again
and the press has caught a tip and now they're phoning it in
and he's back out on the case and now he's stalking again
now he's tearing through the catalogs, hiding in the alleyways
interview the drag queens hooking on the west side
staring at the chalkboard taking it in
and he's greasing all the hands within the highway patrol
"we should take another look at..." is occurring again
and the mash and these amphetamines are taking a toll
they've instructed all the minutemen to fire at will
does it matter who the agency is trying to kill
now he's hiding in the catacombs, tearing down the waterways
interview the meth heads cooking on the north side
burning at the spoon and now he's using again
and he's caught another lead and now they're talking again
and it seems all of the pieces are beginning to fall
he's got everything he needs and they've said nothing at all
now he's totaling cars and he's filing reports
and the board is debriefed and we'll keep you informed
we'll discuss it again at the end of the year
when it's drowning in statistics, buried in a pie chart
On their incredible new album, Swiss group Abraham deliver a relentless assault of punishing noise rock, eight tracks of primal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2022