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

Life is fast but I don't live past you 'cause you're my only roots
I was the king 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 skin
Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a (for a better one)

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

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

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