Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days, artist - Bomb The Music Industry!. Album song Get Warmer, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.09.2007
Record label: Asian Man
Song language: English
Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup and Salad Days |
I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs |
Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here |
Electric and cable, a shelf and end table |
Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns |
I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light |
Said that we should do this every single night |
Don’t worry about the cash because I’ve got the scratch |
And I can’t save my money because that isn’t polite |
I don’t know why I always complain about something |
When what I got to complain about’s nothing |
No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year |
And I’m bitching about internet and beer |
And just like that I’m broke, not a buck to my name |
And nothing to do with the rest of the day |
No parties last all night, just TV and websites |
And reproduction Peanuts strips I’ve read a million times |
So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day |
Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? |
It’s really not funny how bad I am with money |
So let’s pedal as far as it takes to think about something else |
I don’t know why I always complain about something |
When what I got to complain about’s nothing |
No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year |
Somebody break out the No More Tears |
I don’t know why I always complain about something |
When what I got to complain about’s nothing |
Could help out something, now everything’s wrong |
And no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now |
As we sit around being broke |
I’m losing my penchant for jokes |
It’s just wry half truths from a privileged youth |
With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they’re through |
I don’t know why I always complain about something |
When what I got to complain about’s nothing |
No goddamn kid’s had a luckier year |
And I’m bitching about internet and beer |
I don’t know why I always complain about something |
When what I got to complain about’s nothing |
Could help out something, now everything’s wrong |
And no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever |
ever ever again |