We load our rifles, say our prayers, and ride out with the sunset, cross the desert.
They’ll never know we’re coming, a safe of riches easily is ours.
As day turns into night the lights of Sweetwater shine brightly like a beacon.
With time to spare before the heist we’ll grab a drink of whiskey at the bar.
This homestead’s all I’ve known, my family’s generations built it from the dirt here.
I help my pa out with the chores, as best as I can handle anyway.
He says to me, “son one day this’ll all be yours so do your best to keep it.”
I haven’t got the courage to reveal to him I do not want to stay.
Hop a hovercraft and come to Westworld
Shoot and fight and ride and drink and screw
They’re only robots, kill ‘em if you want to.
Boy we’ve got a vacation for you.
Anxiety, a nagging thought, confusion trickles into my subconscious,
This journey feels like repetition, like I’ve done this a thousand times before,
Ride up to the bar, there is a stranger laughing, points his gun right at me.
I hear him say “this is fun” as as the bullet sprays my blood across the floor.
These strangers here don’t look at us as people, to them we’re only objects,
We’re target practice, a quick fuck, a way to leave their other lives behind.
They tore apart my homestead, left my father dead, and headed for the next one.
When I track them down I will not hesitate to pay them back in kind.
They hopped a hovercraft and came to our world,
To shoot and fight and ride and drink and screw.
They’re only humans, kill ‘em if you want to.
Boy we’ve got a vacation for you.
The four songs on this brief EP put a heavy emphasis on big, bright vocal melodies and punk rock nerviness—perfect for the warming weather. Bandcamp New & Notable May 7, 2023