Words and Music by Damian Cartier
Horn Arrangements by Wes Funderburk
Damian Cartier - Vocals, Organ
Andy Birdsall - Vocals, Guitar
Aaron Thompson - Guitars
Kristofer Dale - Bass
Jason LaMarca - Drums
Wes Funderburk - Trombone
Vinnie D’Agostino - Tenor Sax, Bari Sax
Justin Powell - Trumpet
Horns recorded by John Hopkins at Brighter Shade Studios in Marietta, GA
Everything else recorded in our home studios.
Mixed and Produced by Damian Cartier at My Newt Studios in Atlanta, GA
Mastered by Alex Lowe at Red Tuxedo Mastering in Atlanta, GA
You are a demon lady lush. You never listen and won’t hush. You cripple others with your crutch. You have a drink and then you push much too much. You are a demon lady lush. You never listen and won’t hush. You cripple others with your crutch. You have a drink and then you push much too much.
Snowball down a mountain. Picking up lots of speed. Racing down towards the bottom and another drink that you don’t need. With your head inside the fountain, and the fountain welling up in your ass. One shot down, another one coming, and a memory that just won’t last.
You are a demon lady lush. You never listen and won’t hush. You cripple others with your crutch. You have a drink and then you push much too much. You are a demon lady lush. You never listen and won’t hush. You cripple others with your crutch. You have a drink and then you push much too much.
Night time finds you rockin’. Nosin’ ‘round, you found cocaine. You’re loose lips start to talking. All those voices screaming in your brain. Morning comes a-knockin’, you’re on the ground in so much pain. One shot up (hwuh), another one coming, and tonight you’ll do it all again...
And again and again and again.
And again and again and again.
And again and again and again and again, my friend, again and again.
One day, when your sober - perfection being at it’s best. But, when that time is over, who could love on such a beautiful mess? One day when you’re older, you might think and then you might impress. But, ‘til then, your soul is bleeding, and it’s a wound that you can never redress...
