The Terrible 20's Songtext

I'm pretty sure I'm not convinced.
I like living in conflict.
We got enough, we got plenty.
I'm in my terrible 20's.
I take only what I will waste,
I can fit it in a suitcase.
I want to crash, I want a bad trip.
I want to win, no, I want to quit.
I want to pawn you off for a new SG,
I want to drown myself in tragedy.

I'm gonna rock rock rock
'til I roll roll roll away.

She's my old lady,
born to behave.
The tunnels were flooded,
I couldn't escape.
Someone came with the radio,
lowered by pail. Now I'm digging the hole
to my burial.
I'm writing the soundtrack
to my funeral.
Rise to fall, rise to fall.

There's everyone to blame,
no one to thank.
A paragraph away,
a quarter of a page.
I'm a cold, cold, cold,
a cold, cold blooded fool.

I want to celebrate,
let's get belligerent.
Where nothing's possible
and everything makes sense.
I'm gonna talk talk talk
'til you walk walk walk away.

I'm pretty sure I'm not convinced,
I like living in conflict.
We got enough, we got plenty.
We're in our terrible 20's.
I take only what I will waste,
I could fit it in a suitcase.
I want a crash, I want a bad trip.
I want to win, no, I want to quit.
I want to sail away on a sinking ship.
You could write me off,
it's not like I give a shit.

I'm gonna rock, rock, rock
'til I roll, roll, roll away.