Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

歌詞

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots So call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve a verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up Going down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better The laughs are no longer with us So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk, call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace