Bomb The Music Industry! - Get Warmer lyrics

rate me

I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs,

Paid for gas, like, the whole way down here,

Electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table,

Almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns.

I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light

And said "we should do this every single night,

Don't worry about the cash because I've got the scratch

And I can't save my money because that's impolite."

I don't know why I always complain about something

When what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year

And I'm bitching about internet and beer.

And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name

And nothing to do with the rest of the day.

No parties last all night, just tv and websites

And reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times.

Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside

All day letting fresh Georgia air go to waste?

It's really not funny how bad I am with money

So let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.

I don't know why I always complain about something

When what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year,

Somebody break out the no more tears.

As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes;

It's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth

With a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.

I don't know why I always complain about something

When what I got to complain about's nothing.

No goddamn kid's had a luckier year,

And no one wants to be around me now,

Not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.<br />

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Thanks to Razvan