your way. Where can anyone possibly be comfortable? 'Cause everybody has to eat and there's not enough to go around. At a job working for a power grab or
I'm twenty-two and I live at home And I hate my shitty job and shitty wage. I feel like I need an attitude adjustment. When the transformation's over
gonna ask you to get into all your shows for free And I will smile while silently resenting you for quitting Bomb the Music Industry. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa
Pack and get out fast. No going out with a blast. No leaving here tomorrow. And don't think about any kind of severance fee. Unemployment won't be paid
away. Don't kick his fucking ass. So if I kissed you on the noise or offered you a hug how could you possibly still wanna fight? We'll drink some beers (or
I just got paid/lost my job so it's a heavy night of drinking. You can smoke in the bar so when I come home I'm stinking. The smell on my clothes is
kills me. Yeah it kills me that I don't know what I can do. I can't breathe correctly and I can't sleep or anything and I can't think of anything I can
ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three-thousand dollars. And if I never lived in that van I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve or James, Alex or Middagh