Studio Outtake 9 (feat. Reed Spahn)

Tell me why all you do is cry Over things that you can't change Don't you know that when you're strange No one says goodbye No one says goodbye I'm only getting by I'm only getting by And I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown in it again So maybe, if you ask politely You can take a swing and fight me But I got my 45 So you can f*ck off Yeah, just kindly f*ck off And I don't have to kill you And no one has to die So raise your middle fingers Cause it's been a bitter winter So we keep the killing pace Til we're gone without a trace And I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown in it again So remind me Or even pantomime me And tell me why you hate so much to get out of bed I'm eighteen, only fucking eighteen But my body is aching God, I need some rest And now I'm playing Lucky Hoping that she'll f*ck me And someday say I do But the point is misconstrued And I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown in it again So maybe we could move into a cute house And have ourselves a shoot out And no one would survive Mikey's running, running from the Feds Mikey's running but I can't get out of bed On account of I'm a stoner A weirdo and a loner And I'm lost inside your eyes It's really no surprise That I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown in it again And I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown in it again And I feel as though I'm dying Or maybe even flying Oh God, is this the end I'm thrown away again