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It's the comedy of the tragedy that keeps me hanging on. Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song?

We've ALL got better things to do. I'm just a target for you 'boos'.

The booze and pills just kill sthe shakes and the softens up the news. When i die i'm not gonna regret this.



See, i'd do it girl, i'd do it all the same: Getting old on these roads, so far away from home, sweating out my drunk so you can call me names (or, if you prefer, lame).



When it ends we'll just head down to our barstools and drink away these rotten memories. We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and sick, but looking back it still seems great to me.



So drink that 40 oz. In the back room of this legion hall, or smoke that joint out back in the parking lot, while my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me and my head and neck are filling up with snot.



Hey kids! We'll be back in a month. See all of you back here once again. Because this is the life we've chosen for ourselves,

Here's to the apathetics, punishers and riends.