Let's all get drunk tonight I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight Let's all get high tonight Maybe no one will die tonight Let's all sell yayo tonight I hope I don't go to jail tonight
A laundry list of problems Does that make you interesting? And never getting help Does it make you brave? Not listening to reason Does that mean that you have faith? You're just cutting off your nose to spite your face So tie the noose And raise the cross We're martyrs arrived A desperate plea for sympathy Its all you need And you want it all
And I've become content with this life that I lead Where I drink too much And don't believe in much of anything And I lie to myself And say it's for the best
Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on So tell me when You're gonna let me in I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.