Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing then I wore out the soles of my party boots
So call me ****-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list
I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
Going down is simple and practical,
laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag
-NoFX
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