This one day
My mind is strained
And can I can I can I have fun
No matter what I do
Or how much I just sit here
I can’t go on just sucking my thumb
Sitting with my toys
Stressing out my noise
After thinking that I couldn’t read
Sitting on the porch
And waiting for the porno
While sucking on my nicotine
I don’t know why
I just want to die
And here’s two bucks for you
This is the part where I should really part
But I guess I’ve got nothing to do
I don’t know why
I just want to die
And here’s two bucks for you
This is the part where I should really part
But I guess I’ve got nothing to do
Black tar, brown mud, latex paint
All in my lungs today
I guess I should listen to what the docs say
My breath is how the streets get paved everyday
Oh how the wind blows
So soft as it slides right through my nose
That’s not enough
It’s not enough ‘til I cough up a lung
Black tar, brown mud, latex paint
All in my lungs today
I guess I should listen to what the docs say
My breath is how the streets get paved everyday
I guess I should listen to what the docs say
My breath is how the streets get paved every day