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2007 I'm on a bike
Pulled into the drive through
Risking my life
I put my yarmulke into my pocket
And ordered a sausage with everything on it
I found an alley behind the main road
Rolled up both my sleaves
And then I braced my soul
For a life of damnation and fire and pain
I pointed that wiener right at my face
And I waited for God to
Come down
To smite me
And he said
"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed
But I've got bigger fish to fry than you"
I remember that taste of freedom
And knowing there was nothing he could do
2011 those were the days
Milk carton bongs
Below average grades
Thinking I'm slick and then getting caught
Doing real little and talking a lot
I told David Margolis my parents were gone
Then half of Encino
Was drunk on my lawn
I turned up the speaker cause fuck it why not
Til my prude of a neighbor showed up with the cops
And my dad was
Waiting at the station
For me
And he said
"I'm not mad, I'm disappointed"
As he grabbed his keys and walked me out the room
And I wish I was in trouble
Cause at least then I'd know what to do
And now I can eat ice cream for dinner
I can go to work or sit and watch TV
But the burden of having free will
Is that you have to choose well
And it's always up to me
Writer(s): Brian Brundage, Danny Silberstein
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