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Main Bastards
Alternative
Main Bastards was released on August 4, 2026 by Ojet as a part of the album Rattlesnake & Swan
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Release DateAugust 4, 2026
LabelOjet
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bull Thieves
Bull Thieves
Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizer, Background Vocals, Programming, Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Hudson
Michael Hudson
Songwriter
Lance Scott Walker
Lance Scott Walker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bull Thieves
Bull Thieves
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Producer

Lyrics

Rolling through the open air
A temperate weather
Snow falls dirty on missed busses together
It’s gathering thirty up for travel
And wished us well so I’m gonna sail off
High seas are likely if it don’t fit its toss
I’m gonna counter for the fuck of it all
Prove point to shake violently rupture
This loose joint suffer
But what’s to come of this wrong?
It don’t add up for us, it’s done
My bad rut repeat
With just these robust words follow far
It’s full of Fat Tire
It’s vested verbs
Adapt tight, adaptation travels start from
“Ain’t stayin’ long”
The nights you came in
And set off and watched us circle the playpen
Props and penny loafers
Charging more for basic consumption
Then it makes sense but naw, friend
Not for me
It’s piled on seas of greed and wasted poverty
Starting to wait...
A temperate weather
Snow falls dirty on missed buses together
It’s gathering thirty up for travel
And wished us well so I’m gonna sail off
High seas are likely if it don’t fit its toss
I’m gonna counter for the fuck of it all
Prove point to shake violently rupture
This loose joint suffer
But what’s to come of this wrong
It don’t add up for us, it’s done
Settle down...
My bad rut repeat
With just these robust words follow far
It’s full of Fat Tire
It’s busted verbs
Adapt tight, adaptation
Travels start from
A temperate weather
The snow falls dirty on missed busses together
It’s gathering thirty up for travel
And wished us well so I’m gonna sail off
High seas just as likely if it don’t fit its toss
I’m gonna counter for the fuck of it all
And prove point to shake violently rupture
This loose joint suffer, ruptured
But what’s to come of this wrong?
Just like this, it’s done
Ain’t stayin’ long
My bad rut repeat
With just these robust words follow far
It’s full of Fat Tire
It’s vested verbs
Adapt tight, adaptation travels start when
The night storm came in
Set off to watch the circulation
Out amongst the playpen
It’s up amongst the playpen
On and on and on and on
Can’t move us in the shade for long
When they loaned out part of your soul today
Props and penny loafers
Charging more for basic consumption
Then it makes sense
But friend, it’s not for me
Piled up on seas
Degrees of poverty
I’m starting to wait
To watch the pop quiz start
And broaden the status quo
I act it out, whoa!
Can’t move us in the shade for long
Temperate weather
Snow falls dirty on missed busses together
Written by: Lance Scott Walker, Michael Hudson
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