Don't want to wake up in the morning. Don't want to see my pops. Son't want to see my mother either, I know I owe them something, they want me to live the same life they
No way, my life ain't yours. No way, I do what I want. No way I'll make it loud when I scream. Sometimes you just can't win.
I sold all my punk rock vinyl, But now I'm down to my six strings, Rock and roll got my into this mess, Sometimes I want to give this all up, but I just want to shout.
No way, my life ain't yours. No way, I do what I want. No way I'll make it loud when I scream. Sometimes you just can't win.