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Well I used to stay up
Lyin’ in my bed
Frozen in a panic
Like a knucklhead
Oh did I do a dum dum?
I wonder what I said?
Last night at The Palace
I shoulda gone to bed
I sold all of my records
Turned in all of my clothes
Throw my phone in the dumpster
I don’t give a shit anymore
I just don’t give a shit
Well I shoulda come back
I shoulda let go
My head was a pretzel
But I don’t care anymore
Let ‘em all laugh now
cuz I’m reborn
I was headed nowhere
Now I’m going to the corner store
I sold all of my records
Turned in all of my clothes
Throw my phone in the dumpster
I don’t give a shit anymore
I just don’t give a shit anymore
He just don’t give a shit
Anymore
Cuz I don’t give a shit
No not even a little bit
Anymore
I don’t give a shit anymore
(He just don’t give a shit)
I don’t give a shit anymore
(He just don’t give a shit)
I been trippin’ for too long
(He just don’t give a shit)
I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t know where I belong
(He just don’t give a shit)
But I don’t give a shit
Cuz I don’t give a shit
No not even a little bit
Anymore
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2. |
Let's Go
01:56
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Well I don’t know most anything
I let it go and I keep it clean
Well I don’t know most anything
I let it go
Everything most everything
Last thing I remember was lying in the street
No shoes upon my feet, no wind beneath my wings
I woke up, you were standing over me
You reached your hand on down to me and said
Come on let’s go now baby
Come on let’s go now baby
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3. |
Diagnosis
01:55
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Mama why am I like this?
Yeah I think I need a diagnosis, oh
Ooh mama it’s a crisis yeah
I’m a nuisance to myself
I know there must be a name for this
I know I need to see a therapist yeah
Mama, I want a
Diagnosis
Someone medicate me
And tell me why everybody hates me oh
Mama, I wanna
Examine my mind
Find the garbage inside
Explain to these people why I’m not right
Diagnosis
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4. |
Lost My Mind
01:18
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I lost my mind again
(What did he take this time)
I lost my mind again
(His brain is country fried)
I died in an accident
No further questions
Whoopsie sorry mom
Too many jageybombs
Why don’t you come along
A place where we all belong
I died in accident
No further questions
Forgot to wave bye bye
How is my tab so high?
So high it touched the sky
That’s how I lost my mind
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5. |
Blasted to the Moon
02:16
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I saw a documentary
Tom DeLonge recommended it
A deep dive on aliens uh huh
Gearing up for my exit
12-pack in my armpit
Nobody gonna give a shit uh uh
Woah oh I believe that it’s meant to be yeah
My life has made no sense to me
You’ll be sad to see my letter when I leave
It was good while it lasted
Now it’s time I get blasted to the moon
Blasted to the moon
Now I’m stuck in a rabbit hole
Read 3,000 articles
No way nobody gonna change my mind
Cuz baby there ain’t nothin’
This world could offer
To a flipped up space case knucklehead like me
Woah oh I believe that it’s meant to be yeah
My life has made no sense to me
You’ll be sad to see my letter when I leave
It was good while it lasted
Now it’s time I get blasted to the moon
How I feel inside
It’s filled with slime
How much longer can I hold it in?
Blasted to the moon
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6. |
Something's Going On
02:24
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Something’s going on
There’s a leak at the plant
Employees are dropping dead
The honors kids are going nuts
We got to get more of that stuff
Something’s going on
No we’re never gonna survive
In the class of nuke ‘em high
Something’s going on
Squares are starting to transform
Into violent perverted creeps
Selling radioactive weed
Something’s going on
No we’re never gonna survive
In the class of nuke ‘em high
Something’s going on
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7. |
Reggie
01:29
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Reggie’s back. Again
He’s back with all his friends
But Jason’s not the problem
Reggie’s not scared
Even if they kill him
He’ll be back again
So let’s take a good look at the main man
Reggie’s back. Again
But this time with a plan
So let’s go see his brother
He’s a righteous dude
He lives in a van. He’s got lots of food
Now that’s what we all call a good man
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8. |
Taco Bell Parking Lot
01:55
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We used to have an apartment
On the 14th floor
We used to go to the downtown In-N-Out
But we don’t go there no more
There’s a picture of you on my dashboard
And your mixtape is turned to ten
I hope you know you’re the reason
I’m in this Taco Bell parking lot again
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I been here for hours
Sticking to the driver’s seat
Sifting through the dirty wrappers
Like reliving the memories
There’s a pretty decent connection
So I know what’s goin’ down
Everybody’s dinner looks better than mine
This Taco Bell is not as good as it sounds
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Into the Taco Bell parking lot again
Hey mama look just how far I got
I’m in the Taco Bell parking lot
I want to be somewhere else but I’m not
Hey mama look just how far I got
I’m in the Taco Bell parking lot
I want to be somewhere else
I don’t wanna be by myself
in the Taco Bell parking lot again
Meet me in the Taco Bell parking lot again
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You’re all messed up
Held together with glue
Everything is falling apart
Look what punk’s done to you
You’re all dressed up
A steampunk cartoon
I don’t wanna be the one to tell ya
Look what punk’s done to you
Yeah I know it, I’m the same way too
Yeah I know it, It’s all coming true
So let’s get goin’ to The Slammer soon
And take a look at what it’s done to you
You’re all puffed up
Like a water balloon
I love ya buddy but
Look what punk’s done to you
You’re crusted up
On the X-files too
Ok that was pretty tight but
Look what punk’s done to you
Yeah I know it, I’m the same way too
Yeah I know it, It’s all coming true
So let’s get goin’ to The Slammer soon
And take a look at what it’s done to you
Look what it’s done to us
And look what it’s done to you
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10. |
Slugs
00:58
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I wake up
In the middle of the night
Remembering the nightmare
That is my life
I see slugs everytime
I see slugs everytime
I see slugs everytime
Everytime I close my eyes
I see trees
I see rainbows
I see friends giving hugs
But most of all
Pretty baby
I see slugs
Lookin’ at you
Makes me feel so bad
I close my eyes man
What choice do I have
I see slugs
Slugs
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11. |
Break up With You
02:54
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Well I think it’s time that I took a stand
I wanna be a good boy but I can’t
And when I think of all I wanted in this life
I could get it from a wild night out with the guys
When I see a sixpack of cold Coors Light
My eyes light up like Christmas night
I put a record on by FYP or the Queers
And I pretend that you’re not here
I’ll be putting up posters
of the dumbest punk rockers
and eating macaroni from two weeks ago
I’m gonna break up with you
I’m gonna break up with you tonight
So what am I supposed to do?
I’m gonna break up with you
So what am I supposed to do?
I’m gonna break up with you
I’m gonna listen to shittiest
pop punk records ever to exist
Tell my mama I’m moving back in
Fellas get ready for the party to begin
I’m gonna break up with you
I’m gonna break up with you tonight
Or maybe tomorrow
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12. |
Took Too Much
02:22
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OK this time I think I went too far
They shouldn’t have let me in that bar
I woulda done at least a dozen more
Guess everybody’s got a hungry heart
Lyin’ in bed like a vegetable
I can’t help it if I’m insatiable
Tell my mom that I love her so
I took too much what can ya do?
I took too much
I think I took too much this time
I took too much
I think I took too much this time
And I just could not get enough last night
I took too much
I think I took too much bye bye
Waking up on the bathroom floor
In a psychiatric hospital
The nurse said I’m the worst case
That she ever saw
I smiled and said can I get a little more?
I took too much
I think I took too much this time
I took too much
I think I took too much this time
And I just could not get enough last night
I took too much
Oh much too much bye bye
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Mama said I’m a misfit
I always said I didn’t give a shit anymore
I don’t know what I did last summer
Still don’t know what I did last summer
I’m coming down with amnesia
And some video head cleaner
I don’t know what I did last summer
I was there but I just don’t anymore
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
I don’t remember now
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember now
Mama said I’m mentally ill
I think I took too many goof pills
I don’t know what I did last summer
Still don’t know what I did last summer
I should not have had that last one
But ya gotta admit that ya gotta have fun yeah
I don’t know what I did last summer
I was there but I just don’t anymore
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
I don’t remember now
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember you
I don’t remember now
People see me in the street
They high five me when we meet
But it’s all a mystery
I saw a picture of you and me
The party looked legendary
But I can’t recall a thing
And I’m all alone again
I don’t remember
I don’t remember
I don’t remember now
I don’t know what I did last summer
Still don’t know what I did last summer
I don’t know what I did last summer now
But I’m all alone again
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Living large on a credit card
I couldn’t tie my shoe
Didn’t have much going ’til I met you
Now every bar on the boulevard
Knows my full name
Dad said “son, you’ll regret this one someday”
But I’m finding out my life has just begun
So swipe it up it’s time that we had fun
Woah oh
Living large on a credit card
Discovering the night
This must be what Macaulay Culky felt like
Living large on the boulevard
There must be some mistake
I wanna play but I don’t wanna play it safe
But I’m finding out my life has just begun
So swipe it up it’s time that we had fun
Woah oh
Swipe
Credit card oh won’t you stay with me
Credit card I was lost but now I’m free
Living large on a credit card
Oh, I’m living large on a credit card mm hmm
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15. |
Pop Punk Casualty
03:10
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Sometimes you’re blotto
Sometimes you’re not though
And you gotta face another tomorrow
Uh oh oh yeah, it’s not easy
yeah yeah, it’s not easy to be
Ten hours of TV
5 records of Scree-Wea
And where did it get me?
I don’t know
It don’t matter who you are
Some things require more
Than 3 power chords
And that will break your little heart
Yeah, it’s not easy
Yeah yeah, it’s not easy to be
An I-D-I-O-T like me
Parasite of society
A pop punk casualty
Woah oh oh oh
A pop punk casualty
Sometimes everybody
Just wants to party
And crank up the Blink 182
But Tom’s voice gets so old
And everyone wants to go home
What in the heck now can ya do?
Yeah, it’s not easy
Yeah yeah, it’s not easy to be
An I-D-I-O-T like me
Parasite of society
A pop punk casualty
Woah oh oh oh
A pop punk casualty
Nobody wants to be
A pop punk casualty
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