His & Hers​/​ILL Split

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Recorded at the Crows Nest

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released June 22, 2015

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Track Name: His & Hers - If We Were Your Kids, We'd Punish Ourselves
Everything used to say

Never poke your beak into the frame

It’ll replace your dreams, with cowboy hats and plastic sheets

Her eyes said “I see a change in you”

I said “I spend more time with the mirror than you do”

Make sure she’s clean

I’ll dust her down and stare right through



It’s tried and tested, if I don’t call my man I’ll be passing out again

If I can’t pace myself between all these lines and questions

Wild, wild thing

Whenever we’re at home you’re the one who wears the trousers

As soon as you go out, I’ll be nailing down all my possessions



I was raised by snakes, they were raised by wolves, they were raised by drunks, they raised the bar



Quiet nights in.. taking

Questioning why your time runs thin



It’s tried and tested, everyone you know is just masking signs again

This host of hypocrites are who’s issues need addressing

Wild, wild man

Whenever you go out, can you even find your trousers?

They’ll be rooting round as soon as you pass out, on the couch
Track Name: His & Hers - Any Cretin Can Be A Father, I Wanna Be A Champion
First thing when I blasted out of the womb

I cut a chord and screamed, I still remember my dreams

Floating endlessly, cooking in a cauldron in the belly of the first beast

I saw, dance floors; filled with witches so I started flicking matches at them

First thing when I blasted out of the womb

I saw tasteless sights, you wouldn’t taste my eyes



You push me out of everywhere I’ve been



You make me wait, to find there’s nothing leading

From crotch to grave, but drinks and incidents.



My head is constantly over my heels, so when you ask me if I’m falling my response is simply “always”



So you bet your hair

And I’ll bet my teeth

Jammed into a circle that starts again, and keeps spinning

[Pushing one and one together, to make one

This’ll hurt you more than it hurts me]



Drawing confessions, when I’m dancing this beautiful dance, with a chainsaw

So just keep your mind peeled and start spilling



First thing when I blasted out of the womb

I was led astray, a steel handed stingray – in the finest clothes

Stealing little children that were tempted out of windows

I saw, chainsaws; in this beautiful dance where your confession was drawn

First thing when I blasted out of the womb

I saw tasteless sights, you wouldn’t taste my eyes



So you bet your eyes

And I’ll bet my skin

Jammed into a circle that starts again, and keeps spinning

[Pushing one and one together, to make one

This’ll hurt you more than it hurts me]



So I hit the ground running, since I’m out of your water and into the air

I’ve got a thirst to know, is a Martini ever really dry?



I’ve got a thirst to know

You’ll be the first to know

If my glass is ever empty



If I crawl back in then I’ll never know
Track Name: His & Hers - Hull Is Just Hell With U In It
Pick up the keys to your car, flip five fingers

Hook the exhaust up in here, and lets lose you in this guest-bong



Laughable? Please put this to sleep ‘cause you’re so ugly when you’re talking

Even if you kiss me in a dream you better wake up and apologise



Gonna demonstrate my value to you

By smashing all your valuables, so there’s nothing to compare me to



Well I’m glad we never spoke, ‘cause I’m bashing up your spokes

Blesser of two evils

You’re always just unconscious or listening to your conscience

Promise you won’t apologise

[Story of my life because we always pull the trigger]



How much stuff do I have to break to get with you?

You know I’ll break you too, if you want me to



Shutter the blinds, shutter the blinds don’t let them see who left just smithereens this time


We’re the superficial’s nightmare

[My tongue, your mouth – now things are moving south

Your dress, is loud – my t-shirts inside out]



‘Cause when we fire in, clothes covered in tears

Acid in our eyes and beer in our hair

One thing I can tell you at least is, we’ll still get together, cause a scene and slam pieces



I like a girl who can hold her own ..hold her own damned tongue

You can lead me to water, but I’ll only wash my hands of you



We’re better than the devil you know

Cause we’re not just stunning, we’re well lubricated and cunning



I hope I make it to hell at least an hour before god knows I’m home....