I've been gettin stoned too much
But then again I haven't gettin been stoned enough
It's Christmas time, everyone is happy
But im sitting here alone and I'm feeling all crappy
Cuz in just two short hours my family will come over
They'll ask about my life only to find out I'm a failure

My friends are all crackhead skitzos
And all my exes have bipolar disorder
on and on the list goes
Have I gone over the edge or am I just on the border
I'll out this paper bag on my face
If you don't tell me my potential went  to waste
I never had it in the first place

We call it punk rock,
You say That I can't function,
We call it fun,
You just call it self-destruction.
I want the homeless gospel choir,
To sing to me when I die,
Because none of us will make it out alive.

And I don't know if you have problems
But I sure as hell know you don't have solutions
And no one knows just where I'm supposed to go
Mom and dad just think that they know the right direction
But if I sing a song and dance
I'll put these girls into a trance
then they'll all take off their pants
And then so will I!

But oh oh oh
I just want you to know
It's not easy to stay
And it's not easy to go
But ooh ooh ooh
It's the best I can do
I've got nothing to gain
And I've got nothing to lose
So why I I I
Should I even try?
When in the end we all just fucking die

I've got a roof over my head
And I can go to sleep up in my bed
So I'll just call myself a success
I'm a big boy, I can clean up my own messes

Got problems I cant drink away
It's like The 51st shade of gray
It don't make sense but that's okay
Cuz I'm just sittin here to waiting
On the day I go insane

I stole this chord progression
Tom petty, please don't sue me
Lets put a stop to petty theft
How dare you reuse GCF,
I wrote that
And you fuckin stole that
Yeah!

I said it once I'll say it twice
Long time ago rock n roll died
Guess I'll just keep this old guitar
Cuz I can't afford a harp

But we'll figure it out

We call it punk rock,
You say that I can't function,
We call it fun,
You just call it self-destruction.
I want the homeless gospel choir,
To sing to me when I die,
Because none of us will make it out alive