Nofx - Wore Out The Souls Of My Party Boots lyrics

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you 'cause you're my only roots I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots So call me sh** faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care 'cause my outer skin Is thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a list (for a better one) Everybody wants to give a sh** outta me I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence I gotta memory box 'cause my memory blocks me from remembering weeks all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings So call me Fat f**, geriatric punk rock, give it straight 'cause I deserve a verbal beating from an audience bleading (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern Everybody wants to give a sh** outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the prive keeps goin up Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag Evidently 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 getting older not better the laughs are no longer with us (they're at us) so call me fat f** geriatric punk sh** face master of disgrace