Seven tries to make it
Eleven tries to take the pain
Twenty tries to paste it
(&) Then I did it all again
Now I'll try to taste it
Now I'll try to taste the rainbow
Stuck in the recent past
Grandfathered into this plan
(Oh) It's just a pyramid
That they're gonna build on your back
She treats her friends like pennies
She treats her friends like vending machines
A dollar in the right slot
It buys that luxury of choice
Pleasure's a principal
A fistful, you’re falling apart
You feel the rope behind you
Snap and it's quite a long way down
A credit score of 666
No art of conversation exists
Adjust the bass, let the alpine blast
The positions been filled but you’re next on the list
supported by 4 fans who also own “Credit Score Of 666”
There's some kind of magical mischief that rises thick in the air when Michael Carpenter and Mark Moldre get together to write and record. I don't know what it is... something about the Beatles and whisky. Whatever it is, I heard it in the Supahip's first album and I hear it even drunker and faster in this one. Well done, gentlemen. You've done it again. ~ R dallyroz
supported by 4 fans who also own “Credit Score Of 666”
Such a joyful collection of songs. Nothing like quintessential Melbourne alternative rock to lift the spirits. Listening during yet another lockdown transports me to a band room in my favourite pub. Thanks for the music lads- looking forward to seeing you for real when we get outta here. Jacqui L