Letra de ' Syke! Life Is AWESOME! ' de Bomb The Music Industry!

I sat along the rocks and I watched the cold Maine water rush away
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday
You broke those promises but I'll get over it
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I really don't give a shit
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize sometimes things are great

I didn't have directions, I hadn't eaten anything all day
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play
I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road
I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great

You don't own me! You don't own me!

I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed
I said: Pull this shit over and let me out
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now
And now I've got a brand new start, I realize sometimes things are great

Scream it in apartment halls
Shout this shit in shopping malls
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside of your eyelids with the constant reminder
You don't own me. You don't own me

Then I was underground without food, sunlight or encouragement
Depression set in I was a product of my environment
And then the other day, you said: Jeff, get in your car
Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar
And he wore a t-shirt just like me and he wasn't on his phone
For fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero
I'll be mad for the next ten years
And after that I’ll drink ten beers until the bar runs out of beers
And prepare for the next twenty-three years

And if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing: Blah blah fucking nothing
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three thousand dollars
And if I never lived in that van there I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve, Alex, James, or Middagh
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man