(Joe Gets Kicked Out Of School For Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn’t a Problem)

I get to know myself every weekend

And I’m weak

Hangovers feel good

When I know it’s the last one

Then I feel so good

That I have another one

Last friday I took acid and mushrooms

I did not transcend

I felt like a walking piece of shit

In a stupid looking jacket

I walked around town

And felt like I was in sodom

Filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies

It was so obscene

Filled with loathing and religious fervor

I laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hour

And tried not to piss my pants

And then I saw Jesus

He said, "Who are you

To go against the word of my father?"

“Who are you?

The scum of the Earth”

No, we are just, we are just

We are just teens of style

Oh, we are just, we are just

We are just teens of the style

There were people getting drunk

There were people getting high

They were falling to pieces right before my eyes

And I said, “mmhmm” a lot

And there was one guy there

Who kept asking me, "how does it feel?"

And I could not even begin to answer that question

So I just said, "I don't wanna talk about it"

I don't wanna talk about it

And so there I was, just another shitbag civilian

Afraid of the cops when I was outside

And my friends when I was inside

And I grew tired of the scene

And then my dad showed up

He was like, "who are you

To go against the word of our father?"

“Who are you?

The scum of the earth”

No, we are just, we are just

We are just teens of style

No, we are just, we are just

We are just victims of the contemporary style

Yes, we are just, we are just, we are just

We are just going along with the modern style

Now everybody go along with the contemporary style

And it goes

Drugs are better

Drugs are better with

Friends are better

Friends are better with

Drugs are better

Drugs are better with

Friends are better

Friends are better with