The Lawrence Arms

Lyrics

Fuck you. If I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
I'll be drinking in the streets all night
I'll decide if I'm wasting my life.
You're rotting away and killing my high.
Fuck you, it's a thing, I was born this way
Fuck you is my very favorite thing to say
I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away
Snacking like an asshole in the USA.
I eat more for a snack than you do in a day.

Fuck me. I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom.
Fuck me. I got a Raskolnikovian gloom
six moves ahead but still fully consumed.
I am what I am and I do what I do.
Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering
and I can feel the stories all unraveling
Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging
They're closing in around me
I can't believe they found me

and it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets.
Like the prophets with their sandwich boards, beards and hard feet
But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree
Lord keep my soul…
The fuck away from me.