Everybody's walking towards the sun
Suitcase and glasses trying to have another one
Everybody's walking towards the sun
All our bones are aching, why?
Why can't you look right me in the eye?
Said it all before, man, I am just another guy
Why can't you look right at the sun
It'll send you blind before you die
I was born in a town that I never once had seen
They were making me do strange things for nearly nineteen years
Run to the shops, work hard at your job, study in fear
They're coming to get ya
I've fallen in love with a million strangers walking down the street
Bleeding to deep with their souls just to pass some time
You're the Inspector
Everybody's walking towards the sun
Suitcase and glasses trying to have another one
Everybody's walking towards the sun
I could have to you your brain is like a supersonic bomb
You could laugh it all off or you'll lash out crazy like a firework
They're all up in your face, you feel like a waste
They're coming to get ya
But you're the Inspector
Wife Patrol make instantly catchy alt rock with streaks of punk, new wave, and metal, overlaid with Bangles-esque harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 20, 2020