Testo: Arrogant Sons Of Bitches. Three Cheers For Disappointment. Rocket Rocket Rocketship.

exhausted all the things i love
i torture myself, can i just be happy
when everybody jumps on everything I said
and everybody's telling me we're best friends
i'd rather be dead or dying

so someone cut me a check
cashed for all that i'm worth
divide by what i spent
and calculate my net worth
i never got nothing for anything
i feel i've done everything for nothing

and maybe we can fly away from here
surf on the debris of our broken scene
sub suburban wasteland
pack up everything and get out of here
everything i fight for is dead to me
sub suburban wasteland

you were wrong
i'll buy the farm tonight
i'd like to spend time where no one can see me
and i'm pissing down the cracks your broken dreams
united we can change our whole destiny
come on, nobody's with me

just send me off with a check
cashed for all that i'm worth
and i'd say i feel better
but i really feel worth worse
i never feel like feeling anything
i only feel anything for nothing

and maybe we can fly away from here
surf on the debris of a broken scene
sub suburban waste
pack up everything and get out of here
everything I fight for is dead to me
sub suburban waste

go, go

and maybe we can fly away from here
surf on the debris of a broken scene
pack up everything and get out of here
everything I fight for is dead to me
sub suburban waste

and maybe we can fly away from here
surf on the debris of a broken scene
sub suburban waste
pack up everything and get out of here
everything I fight for is dead to me
sub suburban waste

we're breaking down while breaking in [repeat]