Screaming vocals, blues guitar, fuzz bass, and industrial drums - produced to sound like it was recorded in a barn with one microphone. Hristo is an embodiment
It's a show, come and see
You ain't alive, you ain't free
Itch a gun, shoot him dead
Dip your hand soaking red
And the knife ain't sharp if it's sticking down in the ground
And the streets were all full until you came around
Hit the lights, start the reel
Take a swig, have a feel
Try to run, try to hide
Take a long desert ride
Your road's running low and the clips are all shot off
You can point and laugh, but I ain't never had enough
(chorus)
Misery X3
They call me Officer Misery
Grab the bars, bitch and moan
You ain't never going home
Fish or steak? Beer or wine?
I think oil will do just fine
You got the leather straps and the hangman's got the switch
We're gonna burn this bitch down before you can twitch
(chorus)
