Wore Out The Souls Of My Party Boots Lyrics

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you 'cause you're 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 shit 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 (for a better one)

Everybody wants to give a shit 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

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Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive keeps goin up

Goin 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 like a quitter or an old punk's bitterness

do I'm waitin for the tap on my shoulder 'cause we're all getting older not better

the laughs are no longer with us (they're at us)

so call me fat f**k geriatric punk shit face master of disgrace