Falcon - Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs? lyrics

It's the comedy of tragedy that keeps me hanging on Did you think I didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song? We've all got better things to do I'm just a target for you 'boos' The booze and pills just k** the shakes and softens up the news When I die I'm not gonna regret this See, I'd do it, girl, I'd do it all the same Getting old on these roads, so far away from home Sweating out my drunk so you can call me names When it ends we'll just head down to our barstools And drink away these rotten memories We were so fat, dumb, and grumpy, so tired, broke, and sick But looking back it still seems great to me So drink that 40oz in the back room of this legion hall Or smoke that joint out back in the parking lot While my Taco Bell is shooting right on through me And my head and neck are filling up with snot 'cause when I die I'm not gonna regret this See, I'd do it, girl, I'd do it all the same Getting old on these roads, so far away from home Sweating out my drunk so you can call me lame Hey kids, we'll be back in a month See all of you back here once again Because this is the life we've chosen for ourselves Here's to the apathetics, punishers and friends