Life is fast but I dont wanna live past you, cuz you are my only roots
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I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
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So call me shit-faced master of disgrace, I dont care cuz my outer skin
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Is think like crust, and a liver thats rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but i'll give ambivalence.
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I gotta memory box cuz my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
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all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into 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 an audience bleating (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I wont give it but i'll give irresponsiveness
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Everybody wants to drag me up 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 it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
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[Hefe's good old fashioned solo]
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Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
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So I'm waitin for the tap, on my shoulder cuz we're all getting older not better
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And the laughs are no longer with us (they're at us)
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So call me fat fuck, geriatric punk
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Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk
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Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk, shit face master of disgrace.
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My Party Boots
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| NOFX |
