Weed, speed, liquor by any means OCs, OPs, or we can get that ecstasy You stole the words from my mouth Pick a bar, pick a house, shit or we can rock the parking lot That’s its, that's it Turn your radio up Turn your radio up Turn your radio up Crank it up until your ears are fuckin throwin it up All day, all night All day, all night's how we do it! YEA! We’re all here to have a good time right? But I think Keith is fucked in the head ha! But aren’t we all But aren’t we all just waiting to die I'm a grown ass man you can't tell me how to live So bow down to the symphony of broken dreams and misery Fresh outta detox, went for a walk to find vodka on the rocks But got hemmed up by the cops, but I was clean, wasn't holdin' But they insisted on cuffin' me Even with my patient ID They kept pushin' me Fuckin’ pigs! (stop) you can't (stop) you can't (stop) you can't (stop) you can't One more shot, three, one more shot Five one more shot, god I need drugs Six one more shot, nine one more shot Twelve one more shot, fuck no more drugs