Bomb The Music Industry! - Unlimited Breadsticks, Soup And Salad Days lyrics

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here Electric and cable, a shelf and end table Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light Said that we should do this every single night Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch And I can't save my money because that isn't polite I don't know why I always complain about something When what I got to complain about's nothing No god damn kid's had a luckier year And I'm b**hing about internet and beer And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name And nothing to do with the rest of the day No parties last all night, just TV and websites And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times So can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day Letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? It's really not funny how bad I am with money So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else I don't know why I always complain about something When what I got to complain about's nothing No goddamn kid's had a luckier year Somebody break out the No More Tears I don't know why I always complain about something When what I got to complain about's nothing Could help out something, now everything's wrong And no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now As we sit around being broke I'm losing my penchant for jokes It's just wry half truths from a privileged youth With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through I don't know why I always complain about something When what I got to complain about's nothing No goddamn kid's had a luckier year And I'm b**hing about internet and beer I don't know why I always complain about something When what I got to complain about's nothing Could help out something, now everything's wrong And no one wants to be around me now, not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again