straight heat man keep 🔥 😤 🤧 💯

Rinse. Repeat.

Muddy Water Rockstar

Here We Go Again

We All Grow Up

Darlin'

Wake Up Without Me

Shake

Quit!!

PSYCHO

County Sheriff

Lakeview

What I Know Now

Out in the heart of Borgoman's cold rust
An old plant creaks under decades of dust
Where pork slabs arrive in a questionable state
Bound for a can with a fate to await

Gray market lard, we make it fine
Just past the law, but it’s all by design

In the Factory of Lard, where the rules don’t apply
With a vinegar sting that’ll burn out your eye
We melt it, we can it, no standards in sight
In that haven of lard in the dead of the night

Old vats stained with memories of meals
Cracked enamel hides all the rusted seals
Purified through a dusty AC filter
Cans sealed by hands with a questionable shiver

No papers here, we got no shame
Gray market lard, it’s a filthy game

In the Factory of Lard, where the rules don’t apply
With a vinegar sting that’ll burn out your eye
We melt it, we can it, no standards in sight
In that haven of lard in the dead of the night

The workers wear masks that don’t fit right
One man checks cans with a shake and a slight
If it sloshes or rattles, we’ll set it aside
But if it’s silent, it’s pure pork pride

Hand-labeled cans, in re-used boxes
With “Deluxe Organic,” despite all the toxins

In the Factory of Lard, where the rules don’t apply
With a vinegar sting that’ll burn out your eye
We melt it, we can it, no standards in sight
In that haven of lard in the dead of the night

We’re gray market proud with a hint of a sneer
Blame all the fumes, but we keep it sincere
No laws could bind what we cook in The Tub
Just pork in a can, for the low and the grubbed

Gray market rules, in secret we thrive
Where ethics are loose, but the lard stays alive

In the Factory of Lard, where the rules don’t apply
With a vinegar sting that’ll burn out your eye
We melt it, we can it, no standards in sight
In that haven of lard in the dead of the night

Where the vats hum low and the law takes flight
In the shadows, we churn, ‘til the morning light

Factory Of Lard

Lost Without You

Raised in the heat of Arizona, Eddie Eberle and Christian “Champ” Champion have been chasing the “getaway” lifestyle since meeting at the ripe age of 13.    

The boy's fresh sound fuses the youthful energy of throwback 2000’s Rock with the storytelling of American Country and a performance style of stadium Pop.  The childhood buddies began performing in dive bars which progressed to music venues, college parties and festivals across the United States and Mexico.   

Eddie thrives in the outdoor extreme sports world as well. Whether it's letting loose on a dirtbike or surfing in California, Eddie can always be found getting his adrenaline fix.   

Eddie and The Getaway's debut single "Drive Away" is now available on all streaming platforms!

Wake Up Without Me

Eddie And The Getaway

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