I haven't washed for several days
I hope I'm still gonna get paid
I know that I won't get laid
While I'm trapped in this cave
Spandex
Dominos
Dishwasher
Fed-ex delivery
There's too much sweat and testosterone
I can't a damn signal on my phone
These rations give me cause to moan
It's been only five days but I've lost nine stone
Wind
Paper
Fishmonger
Coalition
Wsawafawwahhhhhhhhh
Going mad down here
Each day feels like a year
A cave of strapping young lads
And none of them are queer
Release notes:
All words by Tico Jnr. & Bri Jnr., all music by Tico Jnr.
Tico, while confused, says:
Written, but forgotten. I discovered this while looking for smutty videos on my laptop. This song has been sensationally rediscovered and re-imagined with our own take on the chords and lyrics that were typed on my device. I can be quite confident of the capo use as that was also included in the text file. I am yet to hear Bri's version (we had a bit of fun and took the text file and re-crafted the song again - but both on our own), but I am several hundred percent sure mine is better.
The song itself appears to be about the Chilean miners (not kids - look it up), although we cannot be sure as neither of us re-call the writing session.
Bri whispers:
Tico's take on this traumatic tale grabs you by the long and curlies and gives you a damn good thrashing.
With what suspiciously sounds like he has temporarily recruited 90's nancy boys Placebo as his backing band, Tico mumbles the lyrics at a breathtaking pace without a single hint of emotion and burns your earlobes with a spiky, vicious guitar tone and frantic soloing.
He had a feeling that I would go down the jangly, angelic choirboy route so he thought "sod that" and went in the opposite direction, strapping a turbo engine to his stinging six string with a take no prisoners attitude. I was left quite speechless upon first hearing. Though obviously my Stale Sweat is better.
