Lyrics Fat Chance - Swearin'

Fat Chance

Bad trip, fat chance
I’ll grip the seams of my pants
I’m leaving here in the morning
I’ll move out of this house
I will get my own place
Get noticed, get in pictures
I will paint my face
Forever is a long time
Forever, forever is a long time
Forever
Forever
Sequins, skin tight
You played in Chicago last night
And I drove home to Alabama
An artist’s mind is
Stimulated by the aesthetic
I don’t know about art
But I think your music’s shit
Forever is a long time
Forever
Forever, forever, forever is a long time