we're going out tonight its time to kiss some ass my wallets full of green and i got my backstage pass i'll smile and smoke a lot can i buy you another
i'm twenty four, i don't own a tie i don't have a job and i love to get high my hairline's receding, i'm getting a gut i love to jerk off and i love
its almost three a.m. and i should be asleep but instead i lie awake in my room and my head still hurts from the night before last my only solace is
from the bowery to brighton you've all heard my call i've got two pierced nipples and a ring through my balls my name is slackerman, superhero for the
thanks for spending your dough on our new cd i can't wait until june when we get our royalties but the money you spent was not in vain i was spent on
yeah, yeah, yeah the hood of your car and the florida skyline you told me your secrets with your head pressed to mine we lay close together like ivy
yesterday, i called an old friend in l.a. we laughed for hours about those days anyway, he's doing fine i'm glad to say its funny, some things never