Made it out of Williamsburg alive
Another drunken dilettant struck down before his prime
Cut my hair and learned to tie a tie
Yes ma'am
No problem sir
Until they let me die
I'm getting older
My hair is getting thin
Wake me when the fun and games begin
You've always been a lightning rod
You tried to steal my soul and feed it to your god
You say mankind is a disease
Grow yourself a big moustache and tell it to the trees
Tell me something ordinary
Tell me something true
Tell me why I'd ever follow you
Made it out of Jacksonville alive
Haven't been this angried-up since 1995
Standing on the corner with a sign
Duck and cover up your head
This apocalypse is mine
It's getting colder
The air is getting thin
Wake me when the fireworks begin
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