I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots
So call me shit-faced, Master of Disgrace, I don't care
my memory blocks me from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me fat fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight
So call me shit-faced, Master of Disgrace, I don't care
my memory blocks me from remembering weeks
All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings
So call me fat fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight


