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I'm tired of living for the weekend Not hip to dropping out of school That's why I don't want to be here and I know you hate it too I'm sick of sending salutations No more making out with friends Fed up with stupid expectations Always let down in the end I'm down just fooling around This shirt is giving me a headache I'm sure they wish that I would die That's why I'll listen when they tell me That he's such a super guy You say you want to keep it simple I say that I don't really care I know you hate it when I say that Hold your breath I'll be right there Next time I'll wear my new necktie Next time I won't have to drive Next time I won't get so drunk and so high Next time I won't butcher it This day is fucking up my fore brain Soco is soaked into my stem Hot damn I do believe I've lost it All to hell with all of them Won't be let down in the end Aus Songtexte Mania