It's just a great depression I'm going through Let's all get down with the times There is a holy grail we could find Straight doley putting money in the bank and take the surly off my mind My mind's on money, money isn't mine
This is what's called 'No Shave November' This is initials carved in a park bench forever That's a numerical four, E-V-E-R You got served, you got SARS Your net is smaller than my ball Bitch, how am I gonna score? Always feeling down, black and white, fucking poor And when I drink it's all Britney, like, gimme gimme more What 'em up, Thank you Ceschi Gimmie high four
Give me five dollars Baby brother's living off of SSI Government cheddar As bedwetters we slept on borderlines And always tried our damndest But doors were always slammed in faces Until keys were pushed into the prettiest of places
Workers wasted on the porch again Wake up, it's the first of the month, here's the mailman And you're only really revolutionaries When you're eating if you're not You'll suck off the boss for job slots on weekends
Happy hardcore and agnostic clergyman too Minior crisises and we are clearly confused
Dumb shit spilling out of his stupid fucking mouth I'm sorry mom and dad But I had a bad year Keyboard cut out hanging on the walls of heads of ex girlfriends
It's just a great depression I'm going through Let's all get down with the times There is a holy grail we could find Straight jolie putting money in the bank and take the surly off my mind
It's just a great depression I'm going through Let's all get down with the times There is a holy grail we could find Straight jolie putting money in the bank and take the surly off my mind (My mind's on money, money isn't mine) It's just a great depression I'm going through Let's all get down with the times There is a holy grail we could find Straight jolie putting money in the bank and take the surly off my mind