Lyrics

I drank ten beers and my chin's covered in drool
Gonna tell my dad I'm studying for school
Now I'm faded and I can't walk a straight line
I blame society for FUCKING UP MY MIND!
Take a shot, do a pop
Blow a line, huff turpentine
Get wrecked, text your ex
Fight a cop, feelin' fine
Punch your dick, turn some tricks
Quit your job, buy a dog
Have two beers, then ten more
Pop a pill, and meet the floor
Haha! I hope nothing matters because I've made some baaad mistakes.
Hit a man who was riding on his bike (Whoops!)
Hope he's fine- got a feeling that he died (Sorry!)
Told myself that he had hurt a lot of kids
But then I learned that he JUST CURED SIDS
Take a shot, do a pop
Blow a line, huff turpentine
Get wrecked, text your ex
Fight a cop, feelin' fine
Punch your dick, turn some tricks
Quit your job, buy a dog
Have two beers, then ten more
Pop a pill, and meet the floor
Yeah, that's sudden infant death syndrome, you know I'm so sorry!
Written by: Nick Rutherford, Ryan Elder
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