Colin Bugbee performing a new song called “Bad News” at the Defeater/Touche Amore/Code Orange Kids show at The End in Nashville.

I sip my bottle of bad news I spent my lunch money on An assembly line of loose change Counts to seven in the morning, I scrape right by Holding a hangover hurt by cigarette smoke The sun pisses in my shower Begs to burn my bed-heavy eyes Like a tossed-on-stage performer I freeze in the light, try to pull the curtain Try to kill my troubles and all uncertain things Decide to break my bottle of bad news Scattered along my walking trail Drunk as a ferris wheel cart Lay soft on my coffin in the back of the room Figure what or who will betray me soon I still roll my cigarettes half As well as I can bitch and moan If redemption knew my old man She’d see the same runaway train ride a paper-thin highway And I got nervous in my moving feet Sick on a thin mattress, while the fever lifted off the street and said to me “Don’t look too safe outside of your home, Hell drips from a rain cloud When you’re out in town, clutch your ignorant fears Just hold your head down, it’s always murder to hear Each step ring with such soft dead string from the band” They play a soft dead string in the band

Colin Bugbee playing “Caroline Greene” at the Firehouse in Birmingham, Alabama.