Luyện nghe bài hát Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs?

It's the comedy of tragedy keeps me hanging on
Did you think i didn't see you roll your eyes at last song?
all got better things to do
I'm just a for you 'boos'
The booze and pills just kill the shakes and up the news.

When i die i'm not gonna this
See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the
Getting old on these roads, so far from home
Sweating out my so you can call me names.

it ends we'll just head down to our barstools
And drink away these memories
We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and
But back it still seems great to me.

So drink 40oz in the back room of this legion hall
Or smoke joint out back in the parking lot
my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me
And my head and are filling up with snot.

'cause when i die i'm not gonna this
See, i'd do it, girl, i'd do it all the
Getting old on these roads, so far from home
out my drunk so you can call me lame.

Hey kids, we'll be back in a
See all of you here once again
Because this is the we've chosen for ourselves
to the apathetics, punishers and friends.