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Disappointment At The Taco BellArrogant Sons Of Bitches
arrogant sons of bitches- disappointment at the taco bell
I’m not normal like you.
There’s nothing I can say that I haven’t said 5,000 times
You’ve got your way to live and I’ve got mine
There’s nothing to say. I’ve said it 15,000 times
Kiss it goodnight. Kiss me goodbye.
Rocket Rocket RocketshipThe Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
“exhausted all the things I love
I torture myself, can I just be happy?
when everybody jumps on everything I said
and everybody’s telling me we’re best friends
I’d rather be dead or dying”
Disappointment At The Taco BellThe Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
Disappointment At The Taco Bell/ Arrogant Sons Of Bitches
Jeff Rosenstock - Amen
Jeff Rosenstock is so one of my idols and one of the last few remaining legitimate voices in a few genres.
Waiting to go to school on some suburban road
They took my backpack and emptied it in the snow
The kids at the bus stop screamed nothing.
I saw an old lady one time on Astor Place
steal an old man’s glasses and punch him in the face
Me and the others screamed nothing.
And what’s the difference if the bombs fall from the sky
And what’s the difference if you like being alive
Yeah what’s the difference, ‘cause we’re all just gonna die.
A crucifix and two framed pictures of the pope
I passed them all as I got evicted from my home.
My Catholic landlord screamed “Amen.”
We don’t believe in God or spirits in the sky.
Unless we’re desperate and need to justify
the shitty things we do so we apologize
“Ya gotta get rid of my guilt, God.”
Before I fled the scene I smeared my shit along the baseboards
Took the moldy foodstuffs, lined them up along the tile floor
Jerked off on the window screen, fridge open and toilet running
Barely felt reprieve before the deluge of regret came flooding
Now I can’t get to sleep because I have this useless conscience.
And I can’t get revenge due to this stupid moral compass.
And honestly I feel that all these feelings aren’t worth it in the end.
We don’t believe in God or spirits in the sky
Unless we’re desperate or know someone who died.
We gain perspective and we start to change our lives
Then still do shitty things when the moment arrives.
So what’s the difference if the bombs fall from the sky
So what’s the difference if you like being alive
Yeah what’s the fucking point of thinking as you die
“Ya gotta forgive all my sins, God.”
RocketRocketRocketshipThe Arrogant Sons of Bitches
RocketRocketRocketship - The Arrogant Sons of Bitches
And maybe we can fly away from here.
Surf on the debris of our broken scene.