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

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

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me I won't it but I'll give ambivalence
I gotta memory box 'cause my blocks me from remembering weeks
all the blacked out into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me Fat Fuck, punk rock, give 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 give
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 and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag

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 laughs are no with us (they're at us)
so call me fat fuck punk shit face master of disgrace