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Life is fast but i don't wanna live past you coz u are my only roots, |
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I was the king of the drug booze thing now ive worn out the soles of my party boots, |
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So call me shit faced master of disgrace, Idont care cuz my outta skin, |
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is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now i'm on a list, |
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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, i wont give it but i'll give ambivalence, |
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I gotta mermory box coz my memory blocks me from remebering weeks, |
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all the blacked out nights into whit out mornings, inot grey matter damagings, |
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so call me fat fuck geriatric punk rock, give it straight cuz i deserve, |
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a verbal beating from a audince bleating, and a melee with no concern, |
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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me. I wont give it but ill give irresponsiveness, |
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Everybody wants to drag me up a again, I wanna go, but the price keeps goin up. |
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Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical |
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I'm on the wagon and its such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag. |
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Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punks bitterness, |
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So i'm waithin for the tap, on my shoulder cuz were all getting older not better, |
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the laughs are no longer with us, |
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So call me fat fuck geriatric punk, |
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So call me fat fuck geriatric punk, |
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So call me fat fuck geriatric punk shit master of disgrace |
