Luyện nghe bài hát Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

Life is fast but I don't wanna past you
'Cause you are my roots
I was the king of the drug, booze
Now worn out the soles of my party boots

So call me shit faced, 'Master of
I don't 'cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust and a liver that's out
Now, I'm on a

Everybody wants to give a shit me
I won't it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta box 'cause my memory blocks me
remembering weeks

All the blacked out nights white out mornings
gray matter damagings
So me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock
Give it 'cause I deserve

A verbal beating from an audience
And a melee with no
Everybody wants to a shit outta me
I won't give it but I'll irresponsiveness

wants to drag me up again
I wanna go but the price going up
Going down is simple and
Laying low but keeping it
I'm on the wagon and such a drag
Without a key kick, shot and a

Evidently no one likes a
Or an old punk's
So I'm for the tap
On my shoulder 'cause we're all getting older not
The are no longer with us

So me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk
Call me Fat Fuck, punk
Shit faced, of Disgrace