You’re Only Punk Once Lyrics & Chords By World's Scariest Police Chases

you care about the bottom line
we've got no money its fine
jesus turned water in to wine
what a dick
all i need is a basement to sleep
a pillow, a blanket, and my dads jeep
i got a dozen hot pockets and a bag of weed
huffing gasoline
paying bills is fucking lame, wont be a slave to the USA
killed all the indians, enslaved all the blacks
thats why i refuse to pay INCOME TAX
i got my values, im sensitive too
when life hands you horses, make fucking glue
i wont get a job
my girlfriends got a job
i play gears of war and smoke pot
mom you're a bitch make me food