The Bronx - Curb Feelers lyrics

Every day starts off the same I wake up looking for my brain It’s not at the beach It’s not in my bed the panic sets in that I might be dead Someone call 911 Mirror mirror on the wall will I pass out in the bathroom stall? I write the songs that no one sings You got no idea what kind of pressure that brings Someone call LA Times Rebel becomes routine And now you’re dying like the punk scene So who’s the lucky one tonight Don’t know what i want But I know what I like someone call Elvira