I need my medicine
With a pound of sweets
Or I'll be dead again
By the end of the week
Boogie medicine when I'm weak
My Boogie give me loving like a dog in heat yeah yeah.
I'm the type of lover who just likes to touch
Need your hard body smooth skins must oh oh
Open up and let my love come through
Got a little something saucy and I'll give it to you
And another type of lover is the man who fights
His late night drinking keep him up at night
He gets like, physical emotional he that hugging the floor
It's another day wasted from the night before
Cause drinking's medicine
He likes them neat
He will get bent again
At the end of each week
Drink is medicine when he feels weak
My Boogie she love me
And then another type of lover is the man who buys
Working all day he loves the car he drives
He gets materials and luxuries and all the rage
But his hair is thinning and he's twice her age
My brother's a lover who's lost on words
His mind starts racing forgets the girl
Listen up baby listen so close
My brother will tell you everything he knows
Cause thinking's medicine
He gets deep
That book is read again
By the end of next week
Thinkings medicine when he feels weak
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024
Buoyant one-off release from a long-running Atlanta band who juggle garage rock, folk, and power pop; don't miss the Mark Morrison cover. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2024