Lords of Wong

Somewhat unfairly Lords Of Wong have been described as, ‘…the closest thing you can get to a donkey show without P.E.T.A getting on your back.’ Needless to say after fulfilling the rest of our contracted shows we fired that particular booking agent and have never returned to Tijuana. There are some tastes even tequila can’t get rid of. But we have class, damn it! We’ve scraped ourselves off floors..., out of gutters, and one time from the bench seat of some busted Valiant, and man, we looked fresh. Straighten the collar, shoot your cuffs, unbend your cigarette & panhandle the day a brighter shade of red.

We played some shows and wrecked some shit (mostly ourselves) and had a grand time doing so. The doctors say our frontal lobes are charcoal, our ears are beyond help, and our blood is mostly methanol, but we only care about our souls (and we were all a little upset when they shriveled up and dropped off).

The past is gone, and our memories are faulty. As for the future, well, you can just roll your hopes and dreams up nice and tight in a furniture catalogue and fuck yourself with it. Mostly though, we love everyone.