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Bomb The Music Industry Goodbye Cool World

I went to about five funerals this year And I felt so empty that I couldn't even shed a tear. I felt so fucking selfish, all I thought about was me And

Shut the fuck up. That's enough today. You made your point, I can't make mine and that's the way we're gonna keep it, bro. Get out now. Get out fast.

Contact through computer. Broken guitar. Broken amps and dreams. I felt old a long time ago but now the rest of the world's gotten older than me. So

It's official. We're mad. We're all mad at someone and our anger takes over And we stop having fun And we talk but don't act And then nothing will change

Burritos, malt liquor, Katamari, broken tuner. Two days. Three bones times 1 0 0. Oh my god! HOORAY for the young professionals! We'll stay out of your way. We will give you the world

Baby, grab your things. Let's hit the show 'Cause when the world's on fire, it's the one place we can go Where we can just dance until we're dead And

You got a new medicine 100 movie channels on television. We can use it as evidence of why I don't have any more friends. I got a big comfortable couch