Life is fast
But I don’t wanna live past you
Cuz you are my only roots

I was the king of the drug booze thing
Now I’ve worn out the sole of my party boots

So call me shit faced
Master of disgarce
I don’t care
Cuz my outer skin

Is thick like crust
And a liver thats rusted out
Now I’m on a list (for a better one)

Everyboby wnats to give a shit outta me
I won’t give it
But I’ll give ambivalence

I gotta memory box
Cuz my memory block me
From remembering weeks

All the blacked out nigth
Into white out morning
Into grey matter damagings

So call me Fat Fuck geriatic Punk rock
Give it straight cuz I deserve
A verbel beating
From an audience bleating (not bleeding)
And melee with no concern

Everyboby wants to give a shit outta me
I won’t give it
But I’ll give irresponsiveness

Everybody wants to drag me up again
I wanna go
But the price keeping goin up

Goin dwon is simple and pratical
Laying low but keeping it cynical
I’m on the wagon and it’s such a drag
Ithout a key kick, shot, and a drag

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk’s bitterness
Son I’m watin for the tap
On my sholder cuz we’re all getting older not bette
The laughs are no longer with us (they’re at us)

So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk
shit face master of disgrace