The Lawrence Arms - Hey What Time Is Pensacola Wings Of Gold On Anyway текст песни

killing time
the tv's on
with a bottle of shit
buried needle
The record player's
forgotten not to spin,
so, you're feeling useless?
Well, the bidding starts
at $19.95.
And while the survey says
'cheers and applause'
another hour dies.

Jacking off again.
40 oz in the fridge.
Have these dreams put to sleep.
So call me up
and tell me something.
I'm dying to believe.

I dunno.
I don't care.
I just sit and stare now.
I don't think.
I just listen to the drone of this old being.
(I just listen to the voice of this machine)

Friday night,
steppin out
and talkin to the same
"So, how's your family?"
"How was school?"
Conversation strain.
Force endurance
from this class.
It's 11:45.
Two more hours
lumber past and
I feel like I tried.

Fucking off again.
Talking to this bitch,
She hates me. I hate her.
So shut me up
and take me somewhere.
I'm dying to leave.