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Driving drunk alone coming home isn't as fun as I remembered
All the way from January to December
Life is getting dull and like a whore I need constant stimulation
I guess what I'm saying is
I'm in desperate need of a Punk rock Girlfriend
We'll have a house you'd call a mess
We're gunna start a punk band and talk shit about our friends
She'll bring me drugs when I'm depressed
We'll listen to Decendents songs until our fucking death
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Your day job may have ended
and your body may be sore
Appreciate the weekend
Honey, you need to get out more
Get dressed
Call all your night friends
Don't act so depressed
Cause they don't wanna know your stupid problems
Still can't believe
I spent the last 4 years
Counting the bottle shards of my favorite bottled beer
All my friends are lesbian
And they don't like it when I hang with them
They say I bum them out very now and then
My straight friends are sexist men
And I don't like it when I hang with them
They tend to bum me out every now and again
Do do dodo do do dodo
I'm walking half asleep
Stumbling through the streets
Hoping bar to bar
Prancing like a creep
My friends just want to leave
They've had enough of me
Singing all my fears and doubts
and boosting drunken melodies
As long as the beer is cold
As long as we don't get scold
As long as were not to old
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3. |
Sell Your Soul
03:12
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Sit down and shut the fuck up
Don't shout your mental problems, at me
Give in and drink from my cup
Living is quite the conundrum for a 20 something loser
You don't have to sell your soul to the devil you just have to sell it to me
You know you need the cash and I'm feeling generous
So why not sell it to,... me?
You're not getting thru to me
You play pity games
Keeps you sad and vain
With such whiny songs
It's your art, you claim?
Don't try to save face
Pain is what you chase
Play a different tune
Learn from your mistakes
Don't be so naïve
You're not the only human being
Wearing paranoia up your sleeves
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Mutter and small talk thru the day
My inner thoughts, they drug me numb
This job keeps sucking my life away
Refresh my will with coke and rum
I need to fix my sleeping habits
I need to change the way I eat
I need to put away the garbage
In my head bury my insecurities
Friday nights are fleeting memories
By now they cost to fucking much
The lack of sleep is almost punishing
It's dream like suicidal, hungover on the dial
I need to fix my sleeping habits
I need to change the way I eat
I need to put away the garbage
In my head bury my insecurities
A constant state of pure decay
Routine's a poison, kept in vials
I don't need closure when I'm vain
Carnal Caribbean life style
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5. |
Let's Be Alcoholics
01:53
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You seam to like me when you're drunk I seam to love you when I'm high
So let's be alcoholics for the rest of our young lives
We'll live next to a bar and walk our way back to the couch
So let's be alcoholics till our kidneys just give out
Holding our hands while holding our bottles
Spilling our drinks in bed while we cuddle
Sober and out assistance required
Love is a drink a taste we've acquired
You seam to like me when you're drunk I seam to love you when I'm high
But now we're up and sober and you've come to realize
You don't want an alcoholic love
Hungover all the time
So I'll stay an alcoholic all alone but I'll be fine, I'll be fine
Holding our hands while holding our bottles
Spilling our drinks in bed while we cuddle
Sober and out assistance required
Love is a drink a taste we've acquired
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6. |
Seasonal Depression
02:04
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I'm acting up again, aren't I?
Winter suckered punched my eye
Seasonal depression's right on time
Calendars don't lie
Lock me in my room and throw away the
Key idea is to keep me from hurting
Everybody, please just let me sleep for 40 days and 40 nights and leave me be
Let him hibernate until the hate simply deflates
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7. |
Called In Sick
03:19
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Got stuck in bed so I called in sick again
Starved my self from 8 am to 6 pm
I'll learn how to cook meals
Increase my social skills
Be less awkward at times
Add more self worth and shine
It's really starting to piss me off
living life just like a sloth
It's not the sound of my phone's alarm
but the anticipation causes harm
wake your self up now
you've got a job to do
Keep my windows shut morning light keeps me awake
Sleepy vampires tend to dream of wooden stakes
Sleep walk back to the couch
Sleep more
Sleep walk back to bed
Dream dead
Got stuck in bed so I called in sick again
Starved my self from 8 am to 6 pm
Keep my windows shut, the light keeps me awake
Sleepy lonely vampires dream of wooden stakes
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The End Is Nigh
02:48
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The end is near the end is nigh
The end is cunning and efficient
The end will kill you with a sigh
The end is stressed she doesn't seam as Invested
The end is tired of her job and all the shit she has to deal with
The end is scared the end knows nothing
The end just doesn't care about her son's recital with his cousin
The end is bored she's apathetic
The end is thinking about suicide and all its fucking benefits
But I will teach the end to live
I will teach her to survive
I will Help her understand
I will Help her to get by
And If not, we'll go to hell
Wearing best friend matching lockets
I will teach the end to live
And I will teach her to say
Fuck it
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9. |
For All Time
02:02
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So long farewell I promise we shall send flowers on valentines
So long farewell I promise we shall send presents on Christmas times
So long farewell I promise we shall write all the time
So long farewell I promise we shall love you for all times
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10. |
Oscar Cries In Spanish
02:24
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Perdido en tus Carcomas, la esclavitud es tu quincena
Añades peso a tu alma y la arrastras con cadenas
Dia y noche cuentas tus penas
Comes y comes pero jamas te llenas.
El pobre de Oscar no para de llorar!
No se puede llenar el vacio
Encharcado de alcohol y cigarrillos
desnudo eficaz y cencillo
La juventud es un exeso depresivo
No te gusta vivir, pero no quieres morir
Mejor vete a dormir
Sera que quiere llorar?! El quiere llorar?!
Oscar llora en español
aguaceros cuando hay sol
(Quiere llorar! Quiere llorar!)
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