Throw my, brain away
I don't wanna think about it
Throw my, brain away
I don't wanna think about it

How everything's the fucking same
Old street signs and the stupid houses
Ima get a job at the liquor warehouse
And if it sucks then I'll drink about it

I'll find housing in religious communes
Maybe there I'll finally fit in
Maybe there they'll make me the leader
Maybe here they'll get me sober

I've gotten stupid as I've gotten older
Honey come home it's happy hour
I feel useless whеn I get sober

Mix my mucus with oxycodone
Mix my mucus with oxycodonе
Mix my mucus with oxycodone