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Life is fast but I dont wanna live you, 'cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my boots.
So call me master of disgrace, I dont care 'cause my outer skin
Is think like crust, and a liver thats out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody wants to give a shit me, I won't give it but i'll give ambivalence.
I gotta memory box 'cause my memory blocks me, from remembering
all the blacked out nights white out mornings, into grey matter damagings.
So call me fat fuck geriatric punk rock. Give it straight I deserve
a verbal beating from an audience (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I wont give it but i'll give
wants to drag me up again, I wanna go but the price keeps goin up
Goin is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
[Hefe's old fashioned solo]
no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waitin for the tap, on my shoulder we're all getting older not better
And the are no longer with us (they're at us)
So call me fat fuck, punk
Call me fat fuck, punk
Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk, shit face of disgrace.