The Lawrence Arms Lyrics
8. Drunk Tweets
One, two, three Fuck you, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right Fuck you, I'll be drinking in the streets all night Fuck you, I'll decide if I'm wasting my life You're rotting away and killing my high Fuck you, it's a thing, I was born this way Fuck you are my very favorite words to say Fuck you, I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away Snacking like an asshole in the USA I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so fuck you Fuck me, I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom Fuck me, I got a Raskolnikovian gloom Six moves ahead but still fully consumed I am what I am and I do what I do Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering I can feel my stories all unraveling Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging It's closing in around me I can't believe they found me And it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets Like the prophets with their sandwich boards, beards and hard feet But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree Lord, keep my soul the fuck away from me
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