Go out tonight don't take no shit
Woke up in the drunk tank but I ain't drunk yet
Down on the corner of Grant Street
Kids throwin' rocks at police
But I ain't broken no laws I just want all those drinks
Go on out. Go on out and get stuff
They wanna put me in a halfway house
Where everybody's got drugs
Now everybody's got drugs
Go out tonight don't take no shit
Woke up in the drunk tank but I ain't drunk yet
In the city where everyone's drunk
Nates drivin' around all fucked up
And them Portland cops they never catch up
I don't wanna go to work I just wanna sit around and sniff paint
My boss (fuck man, I can't make out what Nate's saying. sorry.)
I don't wanna grow up to be a dick like him someday
He keeps pickin' on me `cuz I got a few holes in my brains
Work drunk, what'chu think about that?
Drunk at work where they sign the paychecks.
Work drunk and I'm gonna drink more
Drunk at work, what'chu callin' the cops for?
Fuck you.
I'm gettin' old bigtime
No fun in my life
My clothes smell like french fries
Cheeseburgers got me outta my mind
I want some extra ranch (?)
Ten beers for my gut bank
(something something) pizza tonight
I wanna eat everything in my sight
I'm gettin' fat from eatin' this junk
Take a look at what I got
I'm gettin' fat from drinkin' this shit
Take a look at my beer gut.
I'm drunk I got a beer gut
Totally wicked fat beer gut
I got an awesome beer gut
I want a hundred bong hits
I wanna turn into a fat tub of shit
My life (no fucking idea what he's saying)
(someone) tellin' me it's gonna get worse
Here's a hundred dollars in Fuck You's
You can get the fuck outta here, too
GetthefuckouttahereTown!
Here's a quarter go fuck yourself
No you get the fuck outta here first
I'm sick and fuckin' tired of all your friends
Yea they make me wanna shit when I'm all fucked up
And I don't go down to yer coffee shops
So you and your friends get the fuck outta my house
And I don't go down to yer art studios
And if I can't get high it's time for you to go
Now I'm gonna go crazy if I can't get drunk
It's Tuesday night and the weekend's here, fuck off
I ain't no fuckin' teenager, I'm a grown ass man
When I see you kids I just wanna wreck your plans
Well there's a lotta good shit in your fridge and I ain't welcome at the bar
Rich kids don't deserve shit
Art school's for retards
You gotta help yerself to all they got
Tonight I'm drinkin' all they got
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