The Brokedowns - Murder Junkie/CPA lyrics

Punched up a letter to the old me that said Drink more water and get more sleep You should probably plan ahead And put some pennies in a bank This will last longer than you think I read it once and ripped it into shreds And screamed some cliched sh** like carpe diem Kerouac was a hack and Kesey was a square I’ll die before listening But you don’t ever let me slip or sink Or get away with bullsh** alchemy I’ve turned a lot of diamond back to coal through the tears I’ll never trust my own instincts They’re wrong and you’re right about everything The Crips and Bloods got day jobs in the boring years When they handed me the city keys They said respect this man of noble dignity He’ll never sh** the bed Or show up late with eyes all red He’s got cleaner piss that me In the center of town you’ll see a 25 foot sculpture in honor of me with a plaque That reads the most pitiful son of a b**h we’ve ever seen At the ribbon cutting ceremony I’ll make a solemn vow to the bourgeoisie I will never be the stone grinding in your gears I’ll never trust my own instincts They’re wrong and you’re right about everything GG Allin does my taxes in the boring years