Good ole’ Johnny Ray, he’s got knives in his back he don’t know what to say
It all sounds the same, when he opens his mouth he’s the one we can blame,
He don’t play the game, if he would then he could and we’d all know his name,
He’s a crying shame, he gives sight to the blind as he walks with the lame,
Can we reanimate these bodies so they walk walk, Can we reanimate this bodies so they talk talk, and I’m never gonna see you again.
Good ole’ Johnny Ray, he’s the talk of the town he’s the toast he’s the taste
He should save some face til he’s entered the race he’s a catholic disgrace
And we can take him to the preacher but he don’t know shit, no he don’t know Shit, not a little bit.
The Brooklyn duo bring a host of influences—everything from classical to folk to bluegrass—to their churning post-rock. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 24, 2017