You can't juice cleanse your conscience. Get your two-piece with a side of social commentary, New Orleans based warbler and whistler Nick Shoulders and the gang took a pause from the revelry of endless dance-floors to bring you this gem of a video from their upcoming album release, with help from Lunchbox of RadBox Entertainment and the gracious staff of everyone's favorite after hours supermarket. Thank you immeasurably to the city and scene that this music was conceived of, and of course to Hanks for letting us invade you for a night. Lyrics below! 'OKAY, CRAWDAD' available on all streaming platforms 12/19/19
Some would try to claim that hard living aint hardly a life, some would fantasize and fetishize about curating ideal strife.
But theres a place out there, where all famished souls may go, and it glows with a light above and a fire below.
So pull a chair up against the cold, your dreams like mine are bought and sold, theres no expiration date on original sin.
So keep on self improving, I swear to God that Ill be fine.
Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hanks checkout line.
To the masses, the bread and fish are multiplied, and forbidden fruit can be tasted at a discount price.
You cant juice cleanse your conscience, I cant wipe the grease from my soul, so settle down, stay in town, I swear you never had control.
So pull a chair up against the cold, your dreams like mine are bought and sold, theres no expiration date on original sin.
So keep on self improving, I swear to God that Ill be fine.
Judge me at the pearly gates, not in the Hanks checkout line.
