Curb Feelers - The Bronx

Every day starts off the same

I wake up looking for my brain

It’s not at the beach, it’s not in my bed

The panic sets in that I might be dead

Someone call 911

Mirror mirror on the wall

Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?

I write the songs that no one sings

You got no idea how much pressure that brings

Someone call the LA Times

Rebel becomes routine

And now you’re dying like the punk scene

So who’s the lucky one tonight

Don’t know what i want, but I know what I like

Someone call Elvira

Rebel bcomes routine

And now you’re dying lik the punk scene

Someone call 911

Rebel becomes routine

And now you’re dying like the punk scene

And now you’re dying like the punk scene