Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots (Album Version)

Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots - NOFX

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 now

I've worn out the soles of my party boots

So call me sh*t 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

Everybody wants to give a sh*t outta me

I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence

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

So call me fat f**k geriatric punk rock give it straight cause I deserve

A verbal beating from an audience bleating and a melee with no concern

Everybody wants to give a sh*t outta me I won't give it but

I'll give irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up again

I wanna go but the price keeps going up

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

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness

So I'm waiting for the tap on my shoulder

Cause we're all getting older not better

The laughs are no longer with us

So call me fat f**k geriatric punk

Call me fat f**k geriatric punk

Call me fat f**k geriatric punk sh*t faced master of disgrace