Foreign Capitols's lyrics & chords

The dusk of pharmaceuticals, the genesis of recycling... Cast out of Johns Hopkins and turned away from Juilliard, the brash industrialists behind Foreign Capitols have broken ground on the finer coordinates between E. coli and Ebonics. Like minstrels in exile, they hide in plain view amongst crippled comicstrips and printed pathogens. There is no aural antidote within their grasp, but these songs might serve as some vaccinated understudy. Then pummel you unto serene waking. Sing along on the eve of disbanding. Read more on Last.fm. User-...read more