Bah

Verse 1
Is there any point in moving on?
I'll just f**k it up and make the wrong decisions
The ID overtook the e????? long ago he
Now how can I succeed without responsibility

Chorus 1
That was yesterday and
I just smoked a hundred jays and
I'm left with nothing but a slight sore head
The sprits sighted a bottle of vodka
I guess that they know how to cure me

Verse 2
Everything seems cold and over bearing
Each day of my life's like a never changing story
Sitting round the house with all the lights out
Playing videogames in the dark

Chorus 2
That was all last week and
I'm trying to devise how
To score some can-o-bus with my friends
I just sighted a
Bottle of tequila
Oh look, I can cure me