King Vice from Skeptics by Binger
Tracklist
| 6. | King Vice | 5:04 |
Lyrics
Guns, girls, sex, weed,
All these things I think I need.
God, glory, honor, pride,
The need to not feel dead inside.
Touch, heat, meat love,
Desire fits you like a glove.
Bars, tabs, hooks, doses,
Lost the time to smell the roses.
Casting, off, what is, real,
You need the way she makes you feel.
Minds, barely, held, together,
Convince yourself this makes you better.
Stories, tangled, strangers, college,
Strip me of my love of knowledge.
Every, idea, has a price,
Help me I'm the King of Vice
Credits
Music & Lyrics by Binger
Braden Winslow - Guitars
Shakir Stephen - Bass, Vocoder
Dalton Muzzy - Drums & Percussion
Gyasi Garcia - Keyboards, Organ
License
All rights reserved.
Based out of Burlington, VT, Binger channel the diverse musical scene of New England through their ever expanding exploration of all music accessible to the airwaves.
Characterised by their love of jazz, need to rock, and natural attraction to improvisational groove, Binger try to keep their music as fresh and interesting as 2016 will allow.