| I got off the couch and I looked outside
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| It was a pretty shitty vision and I almost cried
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| All the shit heads and posers
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| You know nothing’s changed at all
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| I wanna write a song but I’m missing a string
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| I wanna write a book but I don’t know anything at all
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| We got in the van and we went way out
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| Figured shit couldn’t get any worse anyhow
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| But it turned out to be more baloney
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| I lost my poor meatball, I lost my best friend
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| I lost my mind a thousand times over again
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| Could it really happen to me?
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| You got a crummy crummy life now
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| And it’s a crummy crummy world
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| And everything will go wrong
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| But if we party on, we’re gonna have a ball
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| The clowns on my couch are bringing me down
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| Can’t kill myself with everyone hangin' around
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| I guess that’s ok, I’d miss you too much anyway
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| You know I don’t wanna miss it if it ever gets rad
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| Sometimes I like 2 sit + drink
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| Just 2 think + be sad
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| What can I say?
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| There’s a butthole in my brain
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| Yeah, a butthole in my brain
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| There’s something wrong with everything
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| My head’s a ball and chain
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| I walked by the house where we used to live
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| You know I thought a million things + took a piss on it
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| What can I say?
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| YEAH!!!
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| Crummy crummy life now
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| And it’s a crummy crummy world
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| Everything will go wrong
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| And then we’ll party on |