everything i say is filth
from this point on
turn off your ears
i'll say it real fast so you don't have to hear it
you won't have to think about it long enough to fear it
here we go
nobody has to feel me
this ain't my sole motivation for living
no more no way
it's not gonna kill me
I've added more years on my life
but i will age
they say live fast die young
yeah right dream on
you'll still be here
long after your life is gone
with all your friends and your history of
being on this planet as a human being
so now all my talents all my hopes and my potential
are being expressed with vulgar connotations
and all of the wonderful gifts that god gave me
are being misused polluted and wasted
spillin my guts on notebook pages
pukin my soul on payphones and stages
nobody understands me
all of my thoughts are expressed at random
i put myself out there to be judged by the masses
show em my heart my soul and my ass
but it's a long way to the top
if you wanna rock and roll
and if you play punk rock
you might never be known
so if i do this shit for a decade
will i die alone or end up like green day
with everyone saying "they were better when they started
but all their new shit's fucking retarded"
but not before latching everything to it
and bringing everything i love down with the ship
so i'm still gonna do this as long as i'm able
not gonna bitch about it like tom gabel
they say punk is dead i say stop grieving
punk's not dead cause i'm still breathing
spillin my guts on notebook pages
pukin my soul on payphones and stages