Someone please write a script that's made for me That appeals to people listening to this CD I got a wish, I got a wish That all of this was something special I need a drink, I need a pill No wait, I was over two years sober But this guy, he said that I was on drugs I should give some money to that bitch Or I could just get a real fucking job
I am a prick, look at me go I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch I'ma go get some new expensive shit Oh man I hurt, emotions they suck But I'll just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Rancid is the sound of my voice Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit
Where did our honor go? I think I know We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties Where did my money go? I spent it on blow You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo My parents can pay for the abortion, you know Who has a plan? We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
The weak are the liars, the strong think too much I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
I need money I need clothes I need women I need blow
Something is very fucking wrong
Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame
Give my regards to all you shady fucks Thorn in my fucking side Loyalty Honesty Trust Respect Humility Sincerity We are all so full of fucking shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
