Bimbo Dragnet

rusted bed bugs slathered in fungi nestled betwixt day old bread. brought on by the oppressed belief in tax free penny candy, BIMBO DRAGNET, forage the ditches for melodic lyrics stained yellow by friendly vagabonds. in an attempt to capture foreign voices in the heads of rotten corpses stranded on the chesterfield, this power trio covers the four corners of the satanic emblimatic worship junkies. never to tread upon the earth without foot wear a fashion, blistering speads and chaffed roll downs lap at the very existance of fair weather fans! to the bimbo mobile and main the harpooooon guns. lock down yur fathers, the dragnet is on the loose!