Degenerate things with our degenerate friends
Smoking too much and drinking from a bottle that never ends
Judging no one for nothing
Don't give a damn about who you are
Every one of us with something that left us with scars
Raise your glass
A toast to everyone like me
Product of judging and hate crossed environment
Pending on what everyone else believes
Always the hard way
They say that we're dreamers
We curse at them they're wrong
'Cause we've seen it, we've touched it
The very thing that keeps us from knots
With the weight of the world coming down from above your shoulders
And you're broke, and everybody knows it
But you don't want to expose it
With our pipe dreams, our torn jeans, our life scars
Don't need your bullshit 'cause we know who we are
Degenerates pressured with the need to fit in
Constantly put in a small box of comparison
But hey, we don't give a damn
We don't need a hand
We're doing just fine
Kick another can, sell another scam
Just to get us by
Always the hard way
And we've sold our souls to buy our days
Yeah we don't live like you
And we don't care about the things that you want us to
Glasses up degenerates
Glasses up my friends
Here's to every piece of shit that's ever done us in
With our pipe dreams, our torn jeans
Always the hard way!
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