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No Complaints
01:54
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All songs should start with a bottle of Jack
Enough coke for a heart attack
Wallow in loss or remorse
Nostalgia or political discourse
The problem is nothing's wrong
Hung with my friends all night long
What's a punk songwriter to do
Without the angst or problems of youth
If I had to do it all over again
I'd do it all over again
Not because I messed up
cause it's a joy to be a fuck up
sun is out again today
no surprise living in LA
work a job that's not working me
lie with a girl not lying to me
No Complaints I'm through
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Old Habits
02:56
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I traded 6 strings for 6 bosses
They called it growing up
It's about time you did
Can't tend the bar forever
Rock stars die or get to old
Time to trade your band's van
For a late model volvo
Friday night to Monday morning
Drink way past my fill
40 hours to 40 ounce
Rolling up those hard earned bills
Can't see what's missing
I'll search in every bar
I guess I haven't come all that far
Old Habits die hard
I finally listened
Stopped playing punk rock shows
Still Sunday dinner is delivered by Dominos
Taillight's out in that new car
Rent check is way pass due
Can't help but feel this new life
Don't feel so brand new
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Good Enough Lie
03:01
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Don't let the truth get in the way
of a good story
I feel just fine feeling you
becoming my smallest spoon
we breath in sync
night breaks the day
you've got your comfort
but can't look my way
Don't want to talk about it
Your vacant smile is a good enough lie for me
I don't feel like a party
or part of anything
I'll just stay here and wait for your ring
Here comes your breakdown
why can't you convince yourself to be
the biggest fool of them all
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I guess I'm most thankful that
that cunt ain't coming back
only so much a man can take
Well I guess I'm most thankful that
I'll never see your face again
your ugly mug god's worse mistake
flip the bitch on this torch song
I took your shit for far too long
I'm thankful that you're gone
Every time I see your face
or hear your wretched voice
I want to choke you till you turn blue
Well that would never work out
because I'd knock you out
punch you in the sack, now you're infertile
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