Life is fast but i don't wanna live past you coz u are my only roots,
I was the king of the drug booze thing now ive worn out the soles of my party boots,
So call me shit faced master of disgrace, Idont care cuz my outta skin,
is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now i'm on a list,
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, i wont give it but i'll give ambivalence,
I gotta mermory box coz my memory blocks me from remebering weeks,
all the blacked out nights into whit out mornings, inot grey matter damagings,
so call me fat fuck geriatric punk rock, give it straight cuz i deserve,
a verbal beating from a audince bleating, and a melee with no concern,
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me. I wont give it but ill give irresponsiveness,
Everybody wants to drag me up a again, I wanna go, but the price keeps goin up.
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and its such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punks bitterness,
So i'm waithin for the tap, on my shoulder cuz were all getting older not better,
the laughs are no longer with us,
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk,
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk,
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk shit master of disgrace
