The Rub from DEBACADEBACLE by Dust Mothers

False pretense
False pretense
Don't make much sense
When you're only doing something for your

Self interest
Self interest
Self obsessed with a dark
Need to be refreshed, so

Little by little
Just ease up
And eat up
Just little by little
Let's take-a
The whole night off

(Your glib addendums)
Don't think
(Are fooling no-one)
Oh, sweet rekindling
(Yet still you question?)
What harm could it bring?

I don't care 'bout no one
I don't care that you won
I don't care 'bout the sun
I don't care that we're done
Am I falling apart?

Where's the rub?

Such a sick thought
Such a sick thought
Such a wicked way to treat
Such a lovely living comfort for ya

Found a loophole
Found a loophole
Found a little fucking devil
On my shoulder tryna tell me to

Little by little
Just ease up
And eat up
Just little by little
Let's take-a
The whole night off

(Your glib addendums)
Don't think
(Are fooling no-one)
Oh, sweet rekindling
(Yet still you question?)
What harm could it bring?

I don't care 'bout no one
I don't care that you won
I don't care 'bout the sun
I don't care that we're done
Am I falling apart?

There's the rub!

• Rock
• progressive
• psychedelic rock
• surf
• Denton