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Fat Trout Trailer Park

by Fat Trout Trailer Park

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1.
Backseat 02:22
Stuck in the backseat, glass in my front teeth Wake up to a cold sweat, wonder if I’m dead yet Ditch crashing, off-road Spun out of control I would let you know, but I’m not there Free falling again Deep diving, no fins I would let you in, but I’m too tired Want to pull the trigger, still can’t feel my fingers Waiting for s savior approving my behavior Why do you always need an explanation I keep dipping my toes in Stuck in the backseat, glass in my front teeth Wake up to a cold sweat, wonder if I’m dead yet Take a hit, sugar spit Craving attention, need a new injection
2.
Dirty Hands 02:55
Think fast, have you earned the space Whiplash, like born and raised Outside or in the state What’s a border, where’s the line I feel hella fazed Dry wall from a basket case Champagne from better days Black tie, am I losing faith When the lights, they ignite Can you feel the hate Keep your dirty hands Off my dividends And don’t stare Looking into my affairs I’m clean, squeaky Clogging the machine A tweet: “Sun’s out, guns out” Down to earth, did you feel the quake Shuteye during air raids Tight squint from the aftertaste Tug of war when it comes to handshakes
3.
Gold 04:09
Pocket full of gold I let my hand dive in I could sell it for soul Or maybe I could buy some eyelids Sleep it off until April Sleep it off and possibly wake up I left my gold on the table As a decorative centerpiece Isn’t it shiny Isn’t it great the way it lays My stomach is burning As we approach the subway train Standing in the doorway of competitive desire Our fate is lingering and whispering The telling tales of barbed wire I can’t believe what I’m hearing I can’t believe what I feel I can’t believe what I’m seeing Cause this is way too real Confusion You can find me in a hall of mirrors Puffing out smoke And while you drink to forget You’ll forget that you’re broke Collusion
4.
Fatberg 03:21
Concrete instead of sheets A little depletion, making ends meet Have I shook hands and danced with the algorithm Duct tape for my favorite decade Flash floods from monday to wednesday Struck twice, this pitcher's lightning Fatberg, steady in the pipeline First come first serve under the gaslight Get your wet wipe, complimentary wet wipe Penthouse, striking up big deals Jumbo jets drowning in pig squeals Get your wet wipe, complimentary wet wipe Cancerous capital needs to circulate Got me dancing around the potholes every day All night and day For my mothers and my sisters at the gate For my daughters if the world doesn't blow away Blow me away A viral spawning Ligaments yawning So bloated, so foddered Don't get up, don't bother
5.
Salt 02:52
Nosebleed, it keeps on dripping The sharks are famished, I keep swimming Punchline, the gloves come off The cough doesn't stop, orange light, red light Pick up a face and I know where to hide Shooting stars, I must've hit five Now to the front of the line, because you've made it Promised land, where the salt is Himalayan Mind melt, where's my safe haven Will I got to heaven with these pills that I am taking Curbside, all thoughts aside, jaded Gold crown, fireproof, now it's flaming I need to take some time off I need to take some time off Skin too thin and the cracks start showing Flew too close to the moon now I'm glowing It keeps me warm this gut where I strut
6.
Wendigo 03:45
Lay in my bed Seconds, minutes, hours After I clean the blood dripping down my fingers I feel misunderstood Until the morning after When it leaves me for good No further complications If you return tonight Swallow me whole Wendigo I won’t put up a fight Swallow me whole Wendigo Start tearing out my eyes Swallow me whole Wendigo Fresh in the afterlife Swallow me whole Wendigo
7.
Stuck in the backseat, glass in my front teeth Wake up to a cold sweat, wonder if I’m dead yet Ditch crashing, off-road Spun out of control I would let you know, but I’m not there Free falling again Deep diving, no fins I would let you in, but I’m too tired Want to pull the trigger, still can’t feel my fingers Waiting for s savior approving my behavior Why do you always need an explanation I keep dipping my toes in Stuck in the backseat, glass in my front teeth Wake up to a cold sweat, wonder if I’m dead yet Take a hit, sugar spit Craving attention, need a new injection

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released October 28, 2020

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Fat Trout Trailer Park Brooklyn, New York

FAT TROUT TRAILER PARK is a post-punk response to modern life, where beyond the noise lies an incisive critique of contemporary society.

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