It's never friends with friends with lofts.

To nod my head to the rhythm of the 70s post-pong band.

I played out of my friends loft, we got way too drunk.

We forgot the band's name by the end of it all.

I know bands who don't give a fuck, well they dress like a band, but they don't play enough.

Cause they think they got an end with the box, your friends play more.

We drunk people in bed in the sun.

I'm too busy to wash my hair.

We'll change my clothes cause it shows I don't care I make.

I'll look at a store where you see how I'm a store.

I've been worse than ever, but yet I drive like a car.

I've been worse than usual.

Cause I feel that all the dirty looks are like the new band way before the first hook.

Oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh.

Oh, oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh.

All that luck lay in all your friends to scone, to a straight, straightly lay.

I should have stayed home

And it's safe to stay

I'll see you at the door

You have a child

Please let me know

You have a child

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