We were sick, sick at the top
So far from where we started
Too far along to stop
We were sick, sick at the thought
We'd ever lose our grip and end up
Sick at the bottom
Fed on the dirt
Laid on the land
Never gave a day away
Never gave a damn
Bred all we could
Shared all we had
Every dirty germ
Another lesson and present
To man
We were sick, we were sick at birth
Snuck around, had our fun
Stuck a fork, we were done
We were sick, we covered the earth
Us and all our friends and
Anyone getting us medicine
We were sick, sick in the brain
Too young to kill, too old to contain
Stuck out our tongue
Catching the acid rain
We were high, we were alive
We were sick
Never pure, never aware
Never a cure, never a care
Never a need
Never a damn for legacy
Because it has a sheep and fire on the cover, and also it's just really perfect. It's the good kind of reductive. This album never makes me cry, and it's a great soundtrack for dancing around and doing dishes and stuff Badassmotherhugger (MsAmandica)
Antiquated Future celebrates the career of prolific Portland garage-punk singer-songwriter Christopher Sutton with this catchy collection. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2022