I'll eat your face, down to the teeth.
I'll make your eyes surprised.
Peel them from the back of your head. Oh!
Gonna tase your neck. Nibble your feet.
I'll send your mom a birthday card
Made from the skin too tough to eat!
Run away, run away! Run away from me.
The faster you run, the better you'll taste.
Run away, run away! Run away from me.
You'll know it's me by the trail of the brains.
The taste of skin is a lovely sin.
I'll make you scream and shout,
"Oh baby, please don't hurt me now, ow!"
Only your soul can make me full.
I'll use your strands of hair
To floss the meat right outta my teeth!
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024