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well im living with the fact that i may be white trash
with a big heart of gold + a whole buncha cash
drywall taping 40 hours a week
the rest of my times spent living the dream
+ im drinking in the gayraj with a couple of fags
i got a smoking lil cutie + the hometown drags
i got shelves fulla books that i no longer read
+ a couple hundred records + a bong fulla weed
i thought i was a poet i thought i was a saint
i thought that everybody gave a fuck about their fates
now im overthinking got no self control
im never giving back all the knowledge i stole
im in the batshit city with nothing to do
i no longer do speed i no longer huff glue
i no longer see the stars that rattle my brain
i no longer see the beauty in any old name
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