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Keep Your Good Friends Away

from .​.​.​with a Side of Fries by The Paint Splats

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Getting a grip on my memory's brain
My heart shaking faster than the seasoning
Washed out with the rain
My therapist said at the video store
"There's no use in seeing me anymore"

The dog's barking at the wall
Is nobody really listening?
The churches are gonna fall
Sure he's just a noise to you
But if you lend an ear
He might change your point of view

Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just cash out the next day
And keep all your good friends away

Your palm's reading my face again
The crack in my nose still leaks
And lets all the sunshine in
Wake me up when I'm put to sleep
And peel those damn shoes off my feet

Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just pass out the next day
And keep all your good friends away

Getting a grip on my memory's brain
My heart shaking faster than the seasoning
Washed out with the rain
My therapist said at the video store
"There's no use in seeing me anymore"

Feel the drums - are they beating?
All the empty stomachs - are they eating?
Sinking's A-OK
Just cash out the next day
And keep all your good friends away

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from .​.​.​with a Side of Fries, released March 28, 2020
Brandon Berry - guitar, keys, vocals
Bruce Hull - bass
Seth Gilliam - Drums

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The Paint Splats Dayton, Ohio

An unhealthy blend of power pop melodies that grew up listening to garage rock and the man shouting obscenities from the comfort of a street corner.

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