The Lawrence Arms - Drunk Tweets lyrics

One, two, three f** you, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right f** you, I'll be drinking in the streets all night f** you, I'll decide if I'm wasting my time You're rotting away and k**ing my high f** you, it's a thing, I was born this way f** you are my very favorite words to say f** you, I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away Snacking like an a**hole in the USA I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so f** you f** me, I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom f** me, I got a Raskolnikovian gloom Six moves ahead but still fully consumed I am what I am and I do what I do Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering I can feel my stories all unraveling Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging It's closing in around me I can't believe they found me And it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets Like the prophets with their sandwich boards, beards and hard feet But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree Lord, keep my soul the f** away from me