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 worn 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 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 blocks me from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight I deserve
a verbal beating an audience bleading (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern

Everybody wants to a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I go, but the prive keeps goin up
down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and 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 for the tap on my shoulder 'cause we're all getting older not better
the laughs are no with us (they're at us)
so me fat fuck geriatric punk shit face master of disgrace