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I get to know myself every weekend And I'm weak Hangovers feel good When I know it’s the last one Then I feel so good That I have another one Last Friday I took acid and mushrooms I did not transcend I felt like a walking piece of shit In a stupid looking jacket I walked around town And felt like I was in sodom Filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies It was so obscene Filled with loathing and religious fervor I laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hour And tried not to piss my pants And then I saw Jesus He said: Who are you To go against the word of my father? Who are you? The scum of the Earth No, we are just, we are just We are just teens of style Oh, we are just, we are just We are just teens of the style There were people getting drunk There were people getting high They were falling to pieces right before my eyes And I said: Mmhmm a lot And there was one guy there Who kept asking me: How does it feel? And I could not even begin to answer that question So I just said: I don't wanna talk about it I don't wanna talk about it And so there I was, just another shitbag civilian Afraid of the cops when I was outside And my friends when I was inside And I grew tired of the scene And then my dad showed up He was like: Who are you To go against the word of our father? Who are you? The scum of the earth No, we are just, we are just We are just teens of style No, we are just, we are just We are just victims of the contemporary style Yes, we are just, we are just, we are just We are just going along with the modern style Now everybody go along with the contemporary style And it goes Drugs are better Drugs are better with Friends are better Friends are better with Drugs are better Drugs are better with Friends are better Friends are better with