'm tired of all the mess that we've been making, my family and me.
And I apologise to anything that's aching, but my happiness isn't free.
cos I need to get to jacks on time for practice, so I kill life from my car seat,
And I need a couple uppers for the sadness, for the lame guy in Me
Sometimes I wanna smoke **, drop out of school and kill people.
I was in a limousine, saying kill the people, save the trees,
But all my friends are lumberjacks,
We'd all cut wood for **ged up sex.
an wonder why the world’s demise, came before we realised,
but I will get my welfare cheque, and cash that in, before it all ends.
I’d say you drink to the numb the way you’re feeling, but you say you’re happy, in slurred words,
But the morning always pulls apart the evening, and you get the shakes back, you never learn.
But who am I to judge, I do the very same stuff when my heart doesn't match my brain.
If it's all about luck, about the way you're brought up, then a ** might take that away, at least for one day.
Is it fake if chemicals make you happy?
An I Laugh it off saying I don't care, the bastards are the one percent.
