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

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you 'cause you're my only
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party
So call me shit Master of Disgrace, I don't care 'cause my outer skin
Is thick like crust, and a that's rusted out, now I'm on a list (for a better one)

Everybody wants to give a outta me I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box 'cause my memory blocks me remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, it straight 'cause I deserve
a verbal beating an audience bleading (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll irresponsiveness
wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag

no one like a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
do I'm waitin for the tap on my shoulder we're all getting older not better
the laughs are no with us (they're at us)
so call me fat fuck geriatric punk shit face master of