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I got fed up with explaining the name of my band isn't Christian
And I thought that I made it clear that
I'm not nothing, that I'm still searching

I still fly under radars
My old tour car don't run no more
I think that it's perfectly fine to
Hate the police and steal from Walmart

It'll be alright

I wish my friends could be their own boss
If they could work for more than a pay check
And I wish someone would speak the
Fuck up about how Churches are so patriotic

I told my parents about punk rock
And they still ask me if I'm gonna grow up
And I wish money could grow on trees
So my poor neighbours could buy groceries

It'll be alright

Well I don't think that voting
Matters for presidents with double-standards
And I quit smoking cigarettes unless I wanna smoke a cigarette

And I'm not afraid of dying no more
I'm still living for a living
I stole that line from the band Listener
Who stole that line from Buddy Wakefield

I had friends who said they loved me
But they won't call unless to ask things from me
And I don't know if that's called friendship
It feels like nothing and smells like bullshit

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