I tried once to be civil
But I just got put on hold
I'm sick of hearing complaints
The espresso is way to cold
You act like you're a friend
But than you talk about how we suck
Just save it for your dildo
Thats the only thing you'll fuck
If I was smart i'd run fast out of this town
Sometimes I want to scream
Fuck L.A.
Traded your doc martens
In exchange for cowboy boots
You're asking who's keith morris
Yeah you're punk rock where's your roots
You're a rocker you're a bicker
Last year it was zeppelin
Now its bad brains you're a fake
Birth sign: Cancer
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