Suffered concussion out on the dust floor
You lost trust in the things you lust for
Why is your tolerance so diminished?
Apart from circumstance, you're half-finished
Your tattered raincoat oh you talking so sow
It really hasn't been that long now has it though?
Where is the power lush we all used to know?
He moved back home with his Dad about a year ago
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Accept your role in the larger spectrum take that brass ring out of your septum.
Under the pressure of your own hand you're screaming
"WHOA! OH! OH!" but I don't listen
Why you upset? You need a time-out?
While you go through that I'll have another round
Your knees and feet and legs work, your bitching sounds so absurd!
So what's another year cleared off your calendar?
You say that you're scraping all of your money together
At least you have enough to put towards some shelter
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Come to conclusions about your problem, Lord knows that I cannot solve them
You lack the spine of intelligent design God wouldn't waste a second of his precious time on you
Your two trick knees and flabby torso attached to your back connecting phantom shoulders
Darwin said it best with survival of the fittest
I don't think that you could last another minute
Your brain is limited on its amount of focus
We're witnessing the stages of a psychosis
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Suffered concussion out on the dust floor
You lost trust in the things you lust for
Why is your tolerance so diminished?
Apart from circumstance, you're half-finished
Your tattered raincoat oh you talking so sow
It really hasn't been that long now has it though?
Where is the power lush we all used to know?
He moved back home with his Dad about a year ago
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Accept your role in the larger spectrum take that brass ring out of your septum.
Under the pressure of your own hand you're screaming
"WHOA! OH! OH!" but I don't listen
Why you upset? You need a time-out?
While you go through that I'll have another round
Your knees and feet and legs work, your bitching sounds so absurd!
So what's another year cleared off your calendar?
You say that you're scraping all of your money together
At least you have enough to put towards some shelter
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Come to conclusions about your problem, Lord knows that I cannot solve them
You lack the spine of intelligent design God wouldn't waste a second of his precious time on you
Your two trick knees and flabby torso attached to your back connecting phantom shoulders
Darwin said it best with survival of the fittest
I don't think that you could last another minute
Your brain is limited on its amount of focus
We're witnessing the stages of a psychosis
You lost trust in the things you lust for
Why is your tolerance so diminished?
Apart from circumstance, you're half-finished
Your tattered raincoat oh you talking so sow
It really hasn't been that long now has it though?
Where is the power lush we all used to know?
He moved back home with his Dad about a year ago
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Accept your role in the larger spectrum take that brass ring out of your septum.
Under the pressure of your own hand you're screaming
"WHOA! OH! OH!" but I don't listen
Why you upset? You need a time-out?
While you go through that I'll have another round
Your knees and feet and legs work, your bitching sounds so absurd!
So what's another year cleared off your calendar?
You say that you're scraping all of your money together
At least you have enough to put towards some shelter
Is it responsibility or is it the first sign of old age?
Cause you're not too cool with being thirty and turning into something that you hate
Come to conclusions about your problem, Lord knows that I cannot solve them
You lack the spine of intelligent design God wouldn't waste a second of his precious time on you
Your two trick knees and flabby torso attached to your back connecting phantom shoulders
Darwin said it best with survival of the fittest
I don't think that you could last another minute
Your brain is limited on its amount of focus
We're witnessing the stages of a psychosis
Writer: Daniel Madero
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid