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

Life is fast but I don't wanna live you
'Cause you are my only
I was the of the drug, booze thing
Now I've worn out the soles of my boots

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

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

All the blacked out nights into out mornings
Into gray damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, punk rock
Give it straight I deserve

A verbal beating from an bleating
And a melee no concern
wants to give a shit outta me
I won't give it but give irresponsiveness

wants to drag me up again
I go but the price keeps going up
Going down is simple and
low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's 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 not better
The laughs are no with us

So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric
Call me Fat Fuck, geriatric
Call me Fat Fuck, geriatric
faced, Master of Disgrace