Look Ma! No Fans! or Do You Want Fries With These Songs? - The Falcon

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