IRC-Galleria

Spit in your face, cause you don't control me
And you can't make me think that you do.
The ground is laced with your ash
I'm sick of the smoke as I pass
I can't take it any longer
I feel my hatred growing stronger

Count the cans you throw away
Same drunk story everyday
Wake up sick and complain, yet tonight will be the same.
And you wonder why? Why we're sick of your kind!

And wonder how we live like we do
Well maybe we don't want to live like you
When did it all come to this
Passed out in a puddle of your own piss
You're drugged, you're drunk, you're flat out cold
Your lame ass partying is getting old.
Don't brag to me of drugs you've done!
Have you forgot how to have fun?
Save your breath spare me the story.
I won't give you any glory!

The Black-Eyed Bastards - State College