“Draining themselves slowly. Until they fall out in some hole and get covered up by kudzu." — Robert Childers

“All the while my daddy spits a deadly verse, more a spell than a prayer. Recorded off Franklin Blvd, in Gastonia. You can almost hear the tent cities crackling trash and stolen gas station lighters, as the throwaways hit big long shared cigarettes.”

“All the while my daddy spits a deadly verse, more a spell than a prayer. Recorded off Franklin Blvd, in Gastonia. You can almost hear the tent cities crackling trash and stolen gas station lighters, as the throwaways hit big long shared cigarettes.”

"Here's another sad and twisted tale from the mind of David Childers. Brought to you by Mustard Seed Records. This song features; me a stomping and hollering, Korey Dudley taps out the low down, and Abe Partridge strums a banjo here and there.”

um both hard to decide...