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I don't care for anything I can't stand this anyway I'd live fast if it were fun Am I old enough to die young? I count one and I count two I hope to hell I don't see you I'm waiting on these goddamn drugs Transport, I gotta transport Hey Mom and Dad don't shop universities Don't worry about our future or the matter of succeeding I'm not bluffing on how I don't wanna live to be 34 But when I'm 40 I'll sing it once more The brittled boned boys march again they'll validate with cheap slogans and reminisce about being dumb kids But then of course go sing it again Am I scared or just plain bored I'll try things I wouldn't before My ten foot pole got cut real short And curiosities not what for Self destruction from apathy My domestic enemy I'm sick of right I'm sick of wrong Is This real or just a dumb song Songtexte Hey this is not the way I wanted things to be It's not my blueprint it's just plan z To be naive to recessitate and dig a foot a week to get out of your grave Mouth to mouth to taste behind Pay no mind to bankrupt minds Ignore the stale noose around your neck I got more respect for ripe slit wrists Pretentious gen x is all I see from you Kill what's dead find something new Aus Songtexte Mania