It's the comedy of the tragedy that keeps me hanging on
Did you think I didn't see you roll your eyes at that last song?
We've all got better things to do, I'm just a target for your boos
The booze and pills just kill the shakes and softens up the news
When I die I'm not gonna regret this
See, I'd do it, girl, I'd do it all the same
Getting old on these roads, so far away from home
Sweating out my drunk so you can call me names
When it ends we'll just head down to our bar stools
And drink away these rotten memories
We were so fat, dumb and grumpy, so tired, broke and sick
But looking back, it still seems great to me
So drink that 40 in the backroom of this Legion Hall
Or smoke that joint out back in the parking lot
My Taco Bell is shooting right on through me
My head and neck are filling up with snot
'Cause when I die I'm not gonna regret this
See, I'd do it, girl, I'd do it all the same
Getting old on these roads, so far away from home
Sweating out my drunk so you can call me lame
Hey kids, we'll be back in a month
See all of you back here once again
'Cause this is the life we've chosen for ourselves
Apathetics, punishers, and friends
Here's to the apathetics, punishers and friends