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 roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party
So call me shit faced Master of Disgrace, I 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)

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

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

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