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

Life is fast but I wanna live past you
'Cause you are my roots
I was the of the drug, booze thing
Now I've out the soles of my party boots

So me shit faced, 'Master of Disgrace'
I don't care 'cause my outer
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 give it but give ambivalence
I gotta memory box my memory blocks me
From remembering

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

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

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

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

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