| They told me to stop my drinking
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| They told me no more women or booze
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| They told me no more late nights of cocaine
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| Well I had to tell them fuck you
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| And I’ve had my share of hard times and hand cuffs
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| Drunk tanks, court dates and county blues
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| And I’ve started more bar fights than I’ve finished
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| But they all started with a fuck you
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| Well I don’t give a god damn if this life leads us to hell
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| I don’t give a shit if you don’t like what we do
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| I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine
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| You can have the rest plus fuck you
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| And I fall out of love just as quick as I fall in
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| My broken heart is covered in tattoos
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| And the girls think I’m cute on the weekends
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| But when Monday comes around and they tell me fuck you
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| And our tour van is just a rolling felony
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| Percocets, Oxys, and mushrooms
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| But when we get pulled over by the god damn police
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| We say well officer fuck you
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| Well I don’t give a god damn if this life leads us to hell
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| I don’t give a shit if you don’t like what we do
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| I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine
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| You can have the rest plus fuck you |