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another night gone
head buried in the porcelain throne
another hit to the brain
cuts from glass all over my skin
when will we grow up
23 and I'm all fucked up
my life is liquor and porn
drugs broken bottles and bad role models

All i need is a gold chain
and some lady friends around me
hey DJ pump the bass
let the money rain down around me

something else gone wrong
cop sirens, it won't be long
hated by every neighbour
me and my friends are all misbehavers
we still think we're kids
almost burned every last bridge
someone lock me in a cage
imheaded to an early grave

but thats the way she goes
thats the life we chose
blood stains on our clothes
and drugs up our nose
and all im saying is..

I wanna play a solid gold guitar
to match the grillz on my teeth
bottle service at the bar
i wanna smoke all my weed for free

are we just young adults with a lust for drugs
and a guest list spot into the 27 club

when hearts grow cold and people speak crazy
stay gold and be cool baby

don't you wish your boyfriend
was a punk like me

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from Junkfood Forever, Bedtime Whatever, released May 5, 2001

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