Drunk Tweets (Explicit) Lyrics
Drunk Tweets - The Lawrence Arms
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F**k you if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
F**k you I'll be drinking in the streets all night
F**k you I'll decide if I'm wasting my life
You're rotting away and killing my high
F**k you it's a thing I was born this way
F**k you are my very favorite words to say
F**k you I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away
Snacking like an asshole in the USA
I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so f**k you
F**k me I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom
F**k me I got a Raskolnikovian gloom
Six moves ahead but still fully consumed
I am what I am and I do what I do
Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering
I can feel my stories all unraveling
Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging
It's closing in around me
I can't believe they found me
And it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets
Like the prophets with their sandwich boards beards and hard feet
But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree
Lord keep my soul the f**k away from me