Go to bed depressed
Sleep all day
Wake up extra early
And get undressed
Got to find a way
To get obsessed
Forget about the way you felt
Yesterday
Feeling sickâ€"just like shit
Still infected where you hit
Walk on out the door
Into the sun
Realize that it’s rotted through
To the core
You don’t need a gun
To go to war
You’ll come out a better man
So have some fun
Ready-made, unafraid
Drinking some pink lemonade
A joy ride suicide
Heterosexual genocide
Go to school all night
Stay up late
Teacher’s twenty-twenty
Bad hindsight
I don’t want to wait
To start a fight
The sun’s just rising early
It’s not too late
Take more shitâ€"it just won’t fit
Got to find a job before you can quit
So ride your luck, stay in church
Unless you find another way, you’re all fucked