Get me out of this business The posters never showed this I’ve learned to drink and fuck and be down on my luck, be happy where I’m stuck It comes on like a disease without antibodies A habit full of hypocrisies in a moment you seize
(ch) It’s only logical, the more we fight we fold And run back to a time our heads, our hearts were full of the times we stole no understanding the ever-expanding hole
We don’t matter to the kids anyway. For that matter who’s to say what matters more than making today matter to me? So rate us on a scale of who gives a fuck It’s been long enough Ten years and ten million beers I’d say we’re happy where we’re stuck It’s our luck
(ch) No understanding the ever-expanding, all-demanding, crash landing But it’s this hole that makes us whole
Get me out of this business, the posters never showed this. I’ve learned to drink and fuck and be down on my luck; be happy where I’m stuck. It comes on like a disease without antibodies. A habit full of hypocrisies, in a moment you seize. It’s only logical, the more we fight we fold, and run back to a time our heads our hearts were full, of the times we stole. No understanding the ever expanding hole. We don’t matter to the kids anyway, for that matter who’s to say what matters more than making today matter to me? So rate us on a scale of who gives a fuck, it’s been long enough. Ten years and ten million beers I’d say we’re happy where we’re stuck, it’s our luck. It’s only logical, the more we fight we fold, and run back to a time our heads our hearts were full, of the times we stole. No understanding the ever expanding, all demanding, crash landing. But it’s this hole that makes us whole.