Everything is exactly right
When I walk around here
Drunk every night
With an open container
From 7-Eleven
It is st.ides heaven
Been out haunting the neighborhood
And everybody
Can see I'm no good
When I'm walking out
Between parked cars
With my head full of stars
I think I know what brings me down
'Cause I want those things
That are never allowed
If you see me smiling
Do you think it's a frown
That's upside down
'Cause everyone is a fucking pro
And they've all got answers
To troubles we've known
And they all have a say
In what we should or shouldn't do
But I don't have a clue
High on amphetamines
The moon is a lightbulb breaking
It'll go around with anyone
But it won't come down for anyone
Yeah that's me
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