Thanks a Lot, Keith Morris ft. Sam King of Get Dead Lyrics

Broken beer bottles and broken teeth

Puke down on the coffin where I sit back half od'd

With a soggy pack of cigarettes and a flask as warm as piss

I look back on the lonely life of a dying anarchist

Though it don't sound right

Punk rock ruined my life

Dirty needles that did pierce my skin

Tattoos of bands who ended up born again Christian

Seems I'm like my cowboy father, I've been hell raising

But all he ever said is you look like a lesbian

As he looked down, down, down

Rise upon the ground

Upon my grave stone it will read

I hated almost everyone

Upon my conscience you will breathe

Long after I'm dead and gone

My friends will laugh and they will sing

He lived a life out on the run

With winking smiles and grinding teeth

They'll say he wasn't having any fun at all

Still, I don't give a god damn what you say

You never understood me any fucking way

No, I won't be home for Christmas, Mom, of that I have no doubt

You might call me an addict but you can't say I sold out

This is the life I chose

So kick me out the show

Upon my grave stone it will read

I hated almost everyone

Upon my conscience you will breathe

Long after I'm dead and gone

My friends will laugh and they will sing

With winking smiles and grinding teeth

They'll say he wasn't having any fun at all

At all

Any fun at all

Any fun at all

Any fun at all

The fog that sifts beneath

The quiet calling of the devils common creed

As my soul floats off to Babylon

Alone again at last

I wave goodbye to all of you

Farewell and kiss my ass

Although it don't sound right