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You better dead those tears, uh, they say the end is nearAnd I doubt that they were talking about this can of beerGet on the purple motorcycle and rideWe're still trying to party like it's 1999Times out of tenWe're all looking at our fate like a date and we hoping that she brought a friendLean on the same crutchesLike a new gameplan ain't nothing to fuck withPass the judgement upon the left hand sideSplash in the flood like you'll never get dryRun like the blood from a dead man's prideEverybody bets with their lifeAnd lately I feel like the meal got tastyTrying to look at what the cook's putting in the gravyI know I'm not crazy, I just got so much soul the devil hates meSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the nightSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the nightWe're supposed to live in fearLetras de cancionesOtherwise mama might see you in some prison gearGotta be a model civilianAnd get your name printed on a bottle full of pills andSpill your guts into a dixie cupGive no fucks, kiss no buttsSo edgy, such a rebelLow levy, another levelBut everybody want the same thing, we all want the same thingsWe all wanna chase dreamsCelebrate trying to maintain with a little more time to appreciate this paintingNow pretend you're not aloneAnd put your hands up in the air like a droneYeah, now hold 'em over your head like your home got invaded by the FEDsSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the nightSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the night,when the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the nightwhen the world might not live through the nightApocalyptic, little predictableOppurtunity, hypocriticalI got a wristband, give me accessWe gonna party 'til they bomb MinneapolisAnd we'll admit that it's not that complexJust a big popularity contestWorking with the same tools ever since grade schoolNow say a prayer for the pimp and pump the keg, dudeAnd if you try you could get so highConvinced you could kiss the skyAnd that seem better than trying to be a better friendHold your breath in and dive into the decadenceI'm lucky I'm alive just to representAnd document my life in the present tenseSo I'ma keep talking shit until mama nature kicks us off the titSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the nightSing a song we will reciteWorked so long to build your lifeBut it could feel so wrong to feel alrightWhen the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the night,when the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the night,when the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the night,when the world might not live through the night,the world might not live through the nightwhen the world might not live through the night, From Letras Mania