I get to know myself every weekend and I?m weak
verse 1
Hangovers feel good when I know it?s the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of
Shit, in a stupid looking jacket
I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend?s bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants And then I saw Jesus, and he said
?Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of my father? And
Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the earth?
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
verse 2
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said ?mmhmm? a lot (mmhmm)
And there was one guy there who kept asking me how does it feel
And I didn?t even know how to begin to answer that question
So I just said I don't want to talk about it
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene And then my dad showed up, And he was like
?Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu to go against the word of our fathers?"
It goes "Whoooooooooo-are-yooouuuu? the scum of the eaaaaaaaaaaaaarth?
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
No we are just we are just we are just victims of the contemporary style
Yes we are just we are just we are just we are just going along with the modern style
Outro
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
x4
Drugs are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Are better than friends
x3
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
x2