Drunk Tweets - The Lawrence Arms

One, two, three

Fuck you, if I’m wrong I don’t wanna be right

Fuck you, I’ll be drinking in the streets all night

Fuck you, I’ll decide if I’m wasting my time

You’re rotting away and killing my high

Fuck you, it’s a thing, I was born this way

Fuck you are my very favorite words to say

Fuck you, I’ll eat a few and I’ll throw the rest away

Snacking like an asshole in the USA

I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so fuck you

Fuck me, I’m sinking deeper and deeper in doom

Fuck me, I got a Raskolnikovian gloom

Six moves ahead but still fully consumed

I am what I am and I do what I do

Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering

I can feel my stories all unraveling

Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging

It’s closing in around me

I can’t believe they found me

And it’s all well and good to cry doom on the streets

Like the prophets with their sandwich boards, beards and hard feet

But there’s no unraveling the rings of the tree

Lord, keep my soul the fuck away from me