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

Life is but I don't wanna live past you 'cause you're my only roots
I was the king of the booze thing now I've 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 liver that's out, now I'm on a list (for a better one)

Everybody wants to give a shit me I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box my memory blocks me from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight I deserve
a beating from 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
wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, a key kick, shot, and a drag

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