Bob

[chrisms]

He spent 15 years getting loaded. 15 years 'til his liver exploded. Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink? The doctor said "What you been thinkin bout?" Bob said "That's the point. I wanna think about nothin, now I gotta do something else." To pass the time had someone shave his head he gotta new identity. Sixty-two holed air cushion boots and a girl who rides a scooter, gonna take hime out of town. They would get away. Running around, as the trucks drive by you can hear the mother&*^(ers scoot.

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe. He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show. Yea, Bob's the kind of guy he knows just what to do when the doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin' nows the time." But will he ever walk the line? "To all my friends I feel just great!" But will he ever walk the line? Kicking ass and busting heads, red suspenders. Once a day he shaves his head. But will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line? Will he ever walk the line?

 

[cpals]

Stop doing drugs... they are bad.

 

[chrisms]

It's funny how nothing seems much fun anymore to me now that I quit the drink. 'Cause soberness, it might be what I need But it's certainly not how I wanna be. Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Consequence never had any time to think about what shoulda, coulda, happened to me. See common sense, my parents said I never had any but now look whose got the dough.

Cause nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Don't feel like goin' out. Nothing worth singin' about, missin' the alcohol. No longer born to lose, put away my party shoes. Missin' the alcohol. Without tonic an gin, without no vicodin. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me. Nothing seems much fun anymore to me

 

[Oger]

He spent 15 years smoking crack. 15 years 'til his brain exploded. Now what's chris gonna do now that he can't fire up? The doctor said "What you been thinkin bout?" chris said "That's the point. I wanna think about nothin except hitt'in the pipe, now I gotta do something else." To pass the time had someone shave his head he gotta new identity. Sixty-two holed air cushion boots and a girl who rides a scooter, gonna take hime out of town. They would get away. Running around, as the trucks drive by you can hear the mother&*^(ers scoot.

A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe. He'll be kicking in heads at the punk rock show. Yea, chris's the kind of guy he knows just what to do when the doctor tells him to "Quit your crack'lin nows the time." But will he ever do another line? "To all my friends I feel just great!" But will he ever do another line? Kicking ass and busting heads, red suspenders. Once a day he shaves his head. But will he ever do another line? Will he ever do another line? Will he ever do another line? Will he ever do another line? Will he ever do another line?

 

[chrisms]

I'm overhung. Overslept. I'm ripe, desheveld, perfectly unkempt. I like my drink, make toast and eggs. The best bloody mary you've ever tasted. Go to work wasted. Go to work bombed. Ya gotta pull a shot, before you start the job. I wanna operate heavy machinery. I wanna watch online pornography. You gotta go to work high, if you're getting paid low. You gotta put your nose to the grindstone, stoned. That elbow grease will get you f-cked. you don't wanna be a jerk or smuck. F-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck, f-ck.