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Well if I found god anywhere, it would be by the tracks
Face down in a box car, forty in both hands
And when I find god there, we’ll just sit and roll some top
Cause he’ll be just as confused as anyone else on this rock

I took two tabs of acid yesterday afternoon
And I woke up this morning with a torn pair of shoes
And found I’d ruined my life and everyone else’s too

Intro/Verse: F#5 A5 E5 B5
Chorus: A5 E5* F#5* D5

Verse 1
Life's like the feeling when you had a point
But forgot it
Had a ticket for my train of thought
But I lost it

Life's like the feeling when you had a point but forgot it

Had a ticket for my train of thought but I lost it

God gave me instructions on how to live my life

But I could read his handwriting so i burnt them last night

I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow.
Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go.
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache.
I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great.

Who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs drugs? Me!

I've got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow.
Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go.
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache.
I'm contemplating rope, but can't tie knots that great.

Who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs drugs? Me!

I curse this world one second. Demand it buy me a sandwich in the next. Or else I'm bummin' a cigarette. That will help me to forget how hungry I am.

I can't believe that bastard won this morning. It's the kind of night for vodka and forties! And we're mixing our drinks stiff tonight. Yeah, we're mixing our drinks stiff tonight.

Today is the dawn of the draft. And tomorrow we're shipped off to Iraq. Or else we're cutting off a toe. Praying that we won't have to go.

I can't believe that bastard won this morning. It's the kind of night for vodka and forties! Who's ready for the war tonight? Who's ready for the war tonight?

And everything's got me down. But sometimes the thumb just isn't enough to get the fuck out of this town. Well he travels so he won't find a way to destroy himself. And I guess I travel looking for the perfect method to do so. But there comes a day where there's nothing left for you here, wherever here may be and that's the day that it's time to go. So he walks to the on-ramp and it seemed like we were in together and just maybe if things went right, it could stay that way forever. But when it comes down to it; I'm still the only one sleeping alone! Guess I should've known better than to think I wasn't on my own. But I'll never make that same mistake again!

And I don't know the answer, but I know that you don't have it. I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't, you bastard. I don't know what's right. I just know that you're wrong. I don't know where home is, but I know that I'm not there now.

Now is no time to be sober! Pass more King Cobra until I'm falling over! Until I'm falling over. It's Saturday afternoon and malt liquor is in the mug. And if you had asked me then I would have slurred; well maybe I'm a little bit drunk. But it's alright. The cops don't come out 'till night. And I'll get through this. I'll vomit up the dope sickness. The alcohol poisoning will pass eventually and I'll survive again, unfortunately.

When I dream of the future, I see an arm full of holes, empty pockets, and a bleeding nose. Hacking up a lung filled with blood and tar on a sidewalk next to my spangeing jar. Next to my spangeing jar. When I dream of the future I see a house fallen in on itself. When I dream of the future I see shots of whiskey and failing health. When I dream of the future I see smoking crack, watching ten-year-olds buy it. When I dream of the future I see a place with someone to wanna die with.

This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to rehab. I'll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.

This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires.

Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breathe. And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose!

This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in it's tracks by a trip to rehab. I'll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.
This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires.

Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breathe. And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose!

This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to rehab. I'll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark.

Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose.

This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires.

Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breathe. And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to out lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose!

They said to just be ourselves but we all knew that was never good enough. They said we had every chance but how could we not fuck it all up?

We would spend a life time trying to figure out how to make our hearts stop beating! We would spend a life time trying to figure out how to make ourselves stop breathing!

I remember grade school and started to notice that I was the only kid sitting alone. I remember high school and started to notice that not much had changed since I was six years old.

I would spend a lifetime trying to figure out how to make my heart stop beating! I would spend a lifetime trying to figure out how to make myself stop breathing! Stop breathing.

As he lights an American spirit
He asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there's nothing like chaining
G-P-C ciggarettes.
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
But these will make you feel like it.

I sit back down,

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well it's hard to believe in much
when you're in tampa bay
and the coastline is drowning beneath all the sunshine
and condos and cocaine
and everyone around is just waiting round here to be dead
from your rich grandma
on down through the crackheads

As he lights an American spirit
He asks how I can smoke such shit
I say there's nothing like chaining
G-P-C ciggarettes.
Cuz any smokes will kill ya
But these will make you feel like it.

I sit back down,

Tonight I bury Old William without remorse
Because Hell sleeps around and Heaven wants a divorce
Tonight I burn my bookshelf to be free
Because even a rebel tradition is slavery
Tonight I bake my madness a birthday cake
Because even the insomniacs aren't awake
Tonight I burn my home while they ??? ??? ???
So tomorrow I can live like I died yesterday,

i was a loner until there were no friends left
and before someone offered me drugs
you know i was straight edge

and everyone quits til you offer them a ciggarette
before we learn our lesson
lets see how bad things can get