Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause 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 don't care cause my outer 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 won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
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I gotta memory box cause 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 cause I deserve
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a verbal beating from an audience bleating, 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 price keeps going up
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Going 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 likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
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So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're 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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call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
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call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace
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Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots
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NOFX |