Feral Downeast Tablet Kids
Downeast Royalty
Dragging chargers through the sand, sticky juice box in each hand. A tribute to every Maine parent who has lost their child to the glow of a screen at a craft fair.
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[Verse 1] Leashed up by the art fair Juice box in each fist Mama’s scrolling Facebook Through the morning fog and mist Baby daddy’s “on his way” He said that yesterday Feral Downeast tablet kids Streaming life away
[Chorus] Feral Downeast tablet kids Dragging chargers through the sand On a leash at the craft fair Sticky juice box in each hand (oh yeah) If the sun’s above three pixels They’re retreating to the shade Feral Downeast tablet kids Born and raised in airplane mode parade
[Verse 2] Mama’s got that thousand-yard Coffee stare at 10 a.m Hair in something like a bun Sweatpants praying for a friend Baby daddy at the counter “Yeah, I’m picking them up… real soon” He’s been “rotating the tires” Since the last blue cartoon raccoon
[Chorus] Feral Downeast tablet kids Dragging chargers through the sand On a leash at the craft fair Sticky juice box in each hand (oh yeah) If the sun’s above three pixels They’re retreating to the shade Feral Downeast tablet kids Born and raised in airplane mode parade
[Bridge] One screams “buffering!” in church One tries to pinch-zoom on a rock One calls grandma “skip this ad” ‘Cause she dared to try and talk You say “back in my day, Buddy” They just roll their giant eyes “Was your childhood in black and white? Did you have to charge the skies?” (woah)
[Chorus] Feral Downeast tablet kids Dragging chargers through the sand On a leash at the craft fair Sticky juice box in each hand (hey!) If the sun’s above three pixels They’re retreating to the shade Feral Downeast tablet kids Laughing as their tired folks fade
[Outro] Tired moms on tilted benches Baby daddies “on their way” Feral Downeast tablet kids Streaming straight through Labor Day