Text: Dance Gavin Dance. People You Know.
Someone please!
Please write a script that's made for me
that appeals to people listening to this cd
I got a wish, I got a wish
that all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
no wait, I was over two years sober
But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
I should give some money to that bitch
Or I could just get a real fucking job
I am a prick, look at me go
I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch
Ima go get some new expensive shit
Oh man I hurt,
Emotions they suck
But ill just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with their dying concern
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit
Where did our honor go?
I think I know
We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go?
I spent it on blow
You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
Where did our morals go?
I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan?
We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
I need money
I need clothes
I need women
I need blow
Something is very fucking wrong
Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder
Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors
Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame
Where did our honor go?
I think I know
We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
where did my money go?
I spent it on blow
You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
Where did our morals go?
I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan?
We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
Give my regards to all you shady fucks
Thorn in my fucking side
Loyalty
Honesty
Trust
Respect
Humility
Sincerity
We are all so full of fucking shit
We are all so full of fucking shit
Please write a script that's made for me
that appeals to people listening to this cd
I got a wish, I got a wish
that all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
no wait, I was over two years sober
But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
I should give some money to that bitch
Or I could just get a real fucking job
I am a prick, look at me go
I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch
Ima go get some new expensive shit
Oh man I hurt,
Emotions they suck
But ill just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ain't nobody fucking with me
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with their dying concern
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking it's drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit
Where did our honor go?
I think I know
We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
Where did my money go?
I spent it on blow
You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
Where did our morals go?
I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan?
We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
The weak are the liars, the strong think too much
I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck
I need money
I need clothes
I need women
I need blow
Something is very fucking wrong
Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder
Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors
Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame
Where did our honor go?
I think I know
We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties
where did my money go?
I spent it on blow
You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's
Where did our morals go?
I left them in Cabo
My parents can pay for the abortion, you know
Who has a plan?
We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors
Give my regards to all you shady fucks
Thorn in my fucking side
Loyalty
Honesty
Trust
Respect
Humility
Sincerity
We are all so full of fucking shit
We are all so full of fucking shit
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance