My boss wants to see me, wants to see me alone
See me all alone on my own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The hanging judge sits next to God on his throne
They’re gonna send me down, send me down, to the drop dead zone, to the drop dead zone
The howling of wolves and the caw of the crow,
And I’m down in the valley below, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
My girl’s gonna leave me, gonna leave me alone
Leave me all alone on my own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
My bones are-a creaking, and they’re starting to groan
My brain’s got a mind of its own, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The birds up above wanna pick at my bones, the preacher wants to pick at my soul
In the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
Strange kind of sins that I gotta atone
They’re carving out my words in stone, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
Feeling like Edgar Allan Poe
With my tales of the horror and the woe, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The howling of wolves and the caw of the crow,
And I’m down in the valley below, in the drop dead zone, in the drop dead zone
The Self-Saboteurs se formó en el calor seco y polvoriento de Madrid en plena pandemia mundial de la mano de Steve Jenkins (guitarra y voz) Chris Neill (bajo y voz) David Simó (batería)
Boston band featuring members of Have Heart and Basement take their earnest, motivational post-hardcore to thrilling new heights. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 23, 2023