Where where where have we been
Back and forth we spin and spin
It hasn't even been Halloween
Spent an hour staring at a Christmas tree
Went upstairs to take a leak
Pitch black stairs climbing nothing
Just as I opened the basement door
Your dad stared at me and I turned to jelly on the floor
Did you see Satan making toast
Did you see Satan making toast
You might've seen the holy ghost
But I saw Satan making toast
Once I climbed out of the hole
I figured it was a good time to roll
But the forbidden slide was calling me
Clipped my wings and down another dream
Did you see Satan making toast
Did you see Satan making toast
You might've seen the holy ghost
But I saw Satan making toast
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019