NOFX - Wore Out the Soles of My Party Boots (2012 Version) Lyrics
Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only rootsI was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party bootsSo call me shit-faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outer skinIs thick like crust, and a liver that's rusted out, now I'm on a listEverybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalenceI gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeksAll the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagingsSo call me Fat *****, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deservea verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concernEverybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsivenessEverybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going upGoing down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynicalI'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a dragEvidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitternessSo I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not betterThe laughs are no longer with usSo call me Fat ***** geriatric punk,call me Fat ***** geriatric punkcall me Fat ***** geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace