Bomb The Music Industry! - King Of Minneapolis, Pts. I And II lyrics

I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH We got a bottle of Jim Beam and started drinking I drank a liter To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather You built this up in your head, the pressure Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this Well, I relaxed with liquor, the pressure Has gone away but baby, I can't see sh** It's not the same to me When falling on my face It's not the same to me when I finally drank myself to d**h Enter the shaking, man, I should have eaten something Enter the crying My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing Better start dying You built this up in your head, the pressure Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this Well, I relaxed with liquor, the pressure Has gone away but baby, I can't see sh** It's not the same to me When falling on my face Wrap me up in sheets There's nothing left to see here I should be old enough to know better better And I should be young enough to not take everything so seriously I should be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness It's not the same to me When falling on my face Wrap me up in sheets 'cause I finally drank myself to d**h I finally drank myself to d**h It's turned to laughs, I'm red outside On Cedar Street, it's twenty-two degrees, I'm screaming M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S- can kiss my a** in hell I built you up in my head and now you started a war in my head And the soldiers are falling down And I'm too dizzy to even try to win Ah, f**... II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE Get me or a friend or a smoke Or a hospital or a suicide pill Get me a million dollar record deal So I can end this charade 'Cause I, I keep writing the same song Over again and over again and over again Yeah, I, I keep writing the same damn song Over again and over again and over again And it feels like h**n I just got addicted to Demanding your attention For my trite repetition And I can't stop thinking About the first songs I ever wrote Where I swore off alcohol 'Cause I knew better And I can't stop feeling like That straight edge sh** became a cult But I'm kidding myself by believing That the bar scene is any better And I, I keep writing the same damn songs Over again and over again and over again And it feels like there's nothing left at all