People You Know

Someone please!

Please write a script that's made for me

That appeals to people listening to this cd

I got a wish, I got a wish

That all of this was something special

I need a drink, I need a pill

No wait, I was over two years sober

But this guy, he said that I was on drugs

I should give some money to that bitch

Or I could just get a real fucking job

I am a prick, look at me go

I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch

Ima go get some new expensive shit

Oh man I hurt

Emotions they suck

But I'll just tell people: I don't give a fuck about that shit

Ain't nobody fucking with me, man

Ain't nobody fucking with me

Rancid is the sound of my voice

Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces

Singing along with their dying concern

Rancid is the sound of my voice

Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces

Singing along with their dying concern to my bullshit

Where did our honor go?

I think I know

We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties

Where did my money go?

I spent it on blow

You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's

Where did our morals go?

I left them in Cabo

My parents can pay for the abortion, you know

Who has a plan?

We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors

The weak are the liars, the strong think too much

I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck

The weak are the liars, the strong think too much

I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck

I need money

I need clothes

I need women

I need blow

Something is very fucking wrong

Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder

Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors

Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame

Where did our honor go?

I think I know

We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties

Where did my money go?

I spent it on blow

You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's

Where did our morals go?

I left them in Cabo

My parents can pay for the abortion, you know

Who has a plan?

We hold out our hands in hope for a free ride to successful endeavors

Give my regards to all you shady fucks

Thorn in my fucking side

Loyalty

Honesty

Trust

Respect

Humility

Sincerity

We are all so full of fucking shit

We are all so full of fucking shit

(Kurt Travis)

Oh girl, you've got me in your hands

You are everything girl, no one turns you on

Look with sound, I see the yellow tune

It's weeping for you and me

For you and me, no echo sound

Uneasy hearts weigh the most

Oh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most

Uneasy hearts weigh the most

Oh, uneasy hearts they weigh the most

Maybe I could find a place for you

With all the things you do, I have no clue, watching you

Lately I have been hoping to

Think of what to say

What a day to go far away

Uneasy hearts weigh the most

(Uneasy hearts, they weigh the most)

Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most

(Oh uneasy hearts, they weigh the most)

Uneasy hearts weigh the most

(Uneasy hearts)

Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most