Someday when I'm a better man than this
I'll listen to this stack of folk punk demos
I'll be eating apples and vegetables and sh** by then
I'll breathe in more oxygen than smoke
I won't reference books that I haven't read
Or that I read so doped up that I couldn't talk
I'll learn to like animals
Even your f**ing dog
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Someday when I'm a better man than this
I'll tell this cop to his face that he's a f**ing pig
I'll be pulling jail breaks and sh**
Sending nail files in your birthday cakes
Metal spoons to dig a tunnel bit by bit
I won't be able to give you a ride to work
Because I sold the car to print consent zines
For every high school kid in the country
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