Take me down, Chinatown
Take me round and show me how to look
Chinese Whispers in my head
And some Zen in little Red Books
There she goes, goose-steppin’ toes
Looking to turn around
Oh what a terrible thing
To know everything
Crying out, “Oh my God!”
Jesus Christ, and the Holy Son
Didn’t mean to offend
I need friendship just as much as you
There I go, Chairman Mao’s clothes
Looking to shop around
Oh what a groovy thing
I know nothing
Holy cow! Chairman Mao
Even though I’m not as scary as he looks
In the year of the horse
Well of course I did anything for you
There she goes, goose-steppin’ toes
Looking to turn around
Oh what a terrible thing
To know everything.
The Atlanta trio find an appealing balance between their trademark razor sharp wiry riffage and freewheeling groove. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024