| The night, it’s New Years, the place, another school soirée
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| The wealth engulfs us. |
| The beach is close enough that there’s pollution in the
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| water we bathe our souls in, and babble on in Beverly Hills
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| A thousand children choking softly on mothers crazy pills
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| I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I’m back on time
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| Let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts
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| And when it does I’ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again
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| And I’ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends
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| Go home, go crazy, I’m running out of options again
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| I’m scared, not lazy, but maybe I’ll get so wasted I won’t even remember
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| The keg. |
| it’s bleeding, I think I need to help it die
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| I’m glad I brought my starving conscience so I can suck it dry
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| I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll till I’m back on time
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| Let the grass stain my clothes I’m gonna roll till the party starts
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| And when it does I’ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again
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| And I’ve got to drink these last eight shots for all my friends…
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| I’m gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till I’m back on time
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| I’ll let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts
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| And when it does I’ll collapse in a pile on the floor again, again
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| And I’ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends |