Drag me out of my poverty, strip me of my skin
Caught a fever that I’m still dragging on today
Just like pieces just like Christ
I’m still rolling trough the times
Stepped outside into the world just to get away from the trip inside my head
Wasn’t born to die like this
Wasn’t born to die right here
Out on a Sunday performing rites
Trying to shield the evil from these eyes
I’m just a bug head halfway insane
Have felt the lord pink beam run through my veins
Long-running underground rocker Brian Vanderwerf is the heart and soul of these gritty songs that capture the scruffy spirit of the ’70s. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2022