wheatpaste

Brewing the clumpiest wheat paste in your kitchen

With your snake and your cat and your cage full of rats

Fairy lights circled over our heads in that old basement suite

Then we sky trained to Sean's to print out those posters in black and white

And we ran into friends and avoided some people and the cops

As we walked up and down the drive

Fuck! we're covered in goo

The evidence is all over our shoes

They'll know what we did

We were just a bunch of angry kids

Balaclavas and N-95s, black coffee, pipeline punches and rolled golds