I know you want me to entertain don't want me to be lame don't wanna hear me say stuff that might sober you up and make you give a fuck too bad, you'
has been for 15 years and I can't seem to shake my pee pee fears I've gotta have a lock on the bathroom door before I can make the water fall on the floor
Constipation - No defecation I ate too many jalepanos I've got burning asshole syndrome I am sitting on the pot A thousand farts that will not stop
You say I should be careful, about everything I say and do. And that I should acknowledge, that what you say is true I got my own way to live my life
I'm dealing with it everyday it just keeps getting in my way I've seen it from every angle and it's always in a tangle At first I tried to dippity doo
Those friends of yours they're pulling you down they don't want you to get up they're content just to hang around no attention is paid to you they
I was a happy idiot I didn't know what pain meant thanks for showing me the deal I hurt so bad that I can't feel I was a happy idiot now I'm in a
The more I shut it out the harder it comes back I'm sick and tired of always feeling under attack and I don't know about you but I don't care about
Punk is dead, punk is dead I peed on it's ugly head and if punk's not dead let's kill it please pass the cheese.
We always sit around with our thumbs up our ass ain't going nowhere too caught up in the past easy to commiserate and break your heart again leave
A love that is hidden does more than hate to trample the flowers in the garden of fate I feel you destroy all you create a thousand hours spent laughing
You've got all the right patches, none of your records have scratches. You've been to all the hip shows and you're wearing just the right clothes. And
She got so stressed from all the nonsense she tried to look the other way she said that life is like a never ending cycle and she's gonna break free
What's the matter with the clothes I'm wearing? Can't you tell that your tie's too wide? Maybe I should buy some old tab collars? Welcome back to the
your lip And the clubs on my side. You paid for music But you might leave with bruises For dancing at all You must be a sucker If you paid to get in To see 30
You push the boys to prove you're rough You push the girls to prove you're tough Scars on your fists scars on your brain You're a real man, you feel
So many people running around with thir heads on fire So many burning issures and it makes me fucking tired everyone should take a stand and try to change
I'm surrounded by Idiots everyday Frustrated by the games that people play Confused by what the t.v says I need Lost in space and ugly too people act
