song lyrics are the best when you don’t know what else to write
Well the world is only a stage
And I’m just a man
With a sound caught in his throat
And a pick in his hand
But when the song comes tumbling out you understand
There’s no great demand
Well it’s there under your breath, behind your eyes
And you don’t have to say nothing cause I realize
That everything somehow in someway eventually dies
It’s life in disguise
Licking my lips ‘cause I got the craving
Saturday night and I’ve been saving
My appetite for alcohol
Give my motherfucking peeps a call
Where can we do this? It really dont matter
Let’s get drunk, no let’s get plastered
I ain’t got shit to do in the morning
Fuck the surgeon general’s warning
Let’s get fucked up - Gimme a cup I’ll drink till I throw up
Let’s get fucked up - Alcohol my only friend
Let’s do shots of tequilla
Tomorrow there’s gonna be spots on the rug
Chug that glass of bourbon sour
I’ll be puking in about an hour
B-A-C is 12 point 0 dude
Gimme the keys I’m ready to go
I ain’t got shit to do in the morning
Fuck the surgeon general’s warning
