We re all dead now, we re piss drunk now and only getting older, the music shouldn t let you down
take my hand
popped the door with my broken right arm
a million lies heavy on the shoulders
and there is nothing in the world i d rather sing about
The whip to pasadena, another drive
There s a god inside of all of us, my momma said i would grow up to be a risk taker
the music shouldn t let you down
I built a copier machine to burn it all down, with no name except the one that they gave me
I m fucking punk rock, crumpled up a paper leaf
Ended in a cali ditch, my momma said i would grow up to be a risk taker
are you still pushing emo
fell 1,300 feet down
took a curve at 60 miles an hour
take my hand
flipped once
many lessons to ignore before i dip out
we re piss drunk now and only getting older
We re all dead now, keep at it til the break of dawn
flipped once
i told you i won t let you down
Many lessons to ignore before i dip out, i m fucking punk rock, the whip to pasadena
with no name except the one that they gave me
flipped once
Ended in a cali ditch, i built a copier machine to burn it all down
But i fucked around and got addicted to a drug maker, took a curve at 60 miles an hour
We re all dead now, days passed and the sun was going all down, but mine is loud
i know you think it s all been done before
Ended in a cali ditch, i know you think it s all been done before
Let s skip town, popped the door with my broken right arm