Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you cuz you're 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 don't care cuz my outer skin
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Is thick like crust, and a liver that's 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 bleading (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern
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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
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Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive 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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Evidently no one like a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
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do I'm waitin for the tap on my shoulder cuz we're all getting older not better
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the laughs are no longer with us (they're at us)
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so call me fat fuck geriatric punk shit face master of disgrace
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Wore Out The Souls Of My Party Boots
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| NOFX |
