School Shooter   Trash 2   31 Regrets

Belowground- merry christmas you filthy animal

Two To Twenty Years

Bridge chords: C G D E  

Verse chords: C A F D  

Chorus chords: C E F A G F  

Ending Chords: C F G C

[Verse 1]
I clocked off at 5 again  
I couldn't wait for this shift to end
I got lots of work but now I'can sit back 
Finally I can start to relax

[chorus] (pre-Bridge 1)
Oh who's that calling in?
It's my boss once again
Calling me Back in
Oh well I guess I'll go again

[Verse 2]
I clocked off at 5 again  
I couldn't wait for this shift to end
backed up with this work at this office job
I don't if I'll finally pop off

[chorus] (pre-BRIDGE 2)
I think I'm getting better
Maybe I'll get to Management
I am happy for this job (I really hate this job)
Hopefully I'll get in (hopefully I'll get out soon)

[Bridge]
Nobody is listening to me!
I AM SITTING HERE WORKING EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY In my Gahd Dahm Life
AND I FEEL LIKE I'M Accomplishing Nothing-
EVERY FUCKING DAY WHY THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING HERE ALL THE FUCKING TIME
AND NOBODY IS CARRYING THE WEIGHT- WHY DO I HAVE TO CARRY ALL THE FUCKING WEIGHT?
THESE FUCKS- THESE FUCKS ARE DOING NOTHING (THEIR DOING NOTHING)
*steel pipe sound effect* (oh he's gonna be mad)
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

[Verse 3]
I clock out at 5 again
I couldn't wait for this shift to end
Tired of these Reckless Fucks who don't 
give a damn and always give up
 
[chorus]
I want to blow my brain off
I want to end it all
I want to blow my brain off
I want to end it all

[Verse 4]
I thought that Adults were lot were fun
Now I am just wanting to run
away from all this pain brought up 
and watch this decade decay 

[chorus]
I want to blow my brain off
I want to end it all
I want to blow my brain off
I want to end it all
 
[verse 5]:
Now Corperate's on My Ass For Something 
I didn't do now 
I gotta act fast
and watch this decade decay 

[Ending -> Bridge -> Verse]
*friend's conversation*

[chorus]
I think I'm getting better
I don't need this awful job
I don't need I need any of this fucking useless shit that I stock up

[Verse 6]
I don't need anyone to be around to be around to just have fun
you're all just useless fucks who always give up

[chorus]
why would I want that around me?
you're just a pit of anxiety
you're fucking useless- shit
I don't need anything worth it

[Ending]
I'm happy, the way I am, maybe you can give a damn

Rigid Work Schedule

suicide
my girlfriend is suicidal  
the rope is tied so tight
and i was never right
suicide
i want to die so bad
i want to be with you
i never tell the truth

suicide

DEATH TO SOBRIETY

We Wish You A Merry Christmas (Weezer cover)

MERRY CHRISTMAS! - Album Soon

IT'S NOT MY FAULT
YOU WASTE YOUR TIME INSIDE
YOU ALWAYS LACK BEHIND
EVEN IN YOUR SENSE OF PRIDE 

CAST AWAY SELF IMPORTANCE
YOU'LL FALL TO THE SIDE
CASTED OUT BY THE LIES
NO SURROUNDINGS- WHERE TO HIDE?

INSIDE (Demo/Snippet)

fuck u and everything u stand for

Dick and Kitten 


Our Dick fancies himself a proper geezer, see?
(Yeeeaaah)
Gotta show off in front of his mates.
A flash motor, his old man's credit card, baggy trousers like a twat.
That's the ticket to success. (Oi!)

But there's always a bleedin' hitch, innit?
He's got issues, mate. Com-ple-xes!
Couldn't chat up a decent bird on his own.
To a proper fit chick. (Awww, Dick!)

So it's either wankin' off or taking the piss outta his useless chums.
'Cause every single time he tries to tell her:
"Alright, Darlin'?"
This is what the slag always fires back:
"Go practice snoggin' a bleedin' tomato, ya muppet."
"And don't forget what to do with that apple pie, you hear?"
"Cheerio, then! Bollocks!"

Oi, look at 'im. A proper knob. Thinks he's the dog's bollocks with his shiny shoes. What a state.

Our Dick used to throw a tantrum, said all women were slags.
Said he didn't believe in bloody love. And that he had a proper sort in the next estate over.
('Cause she's a ghost, mate. A proper myth, you see!)
Until he bumped into that hussy, Kitten.

Ohhh, that bitch knew exactly how to rinse his dad's plastic.
(Yeah, she did!)
He was chuffed 'cause before that, all he ever heard was...

So it's either wankin' off or taking the piss outta his useless chums.
'Cause every single time he tries to tell her:
"Alright, Darlin'?"
This is what the slag always fires back:
"Go practice snoggin' a bleedin' tomato, ya muppet."
"And don't forget what to do with that apple pie, you hear?"
"Cheerio, then! Bollocks!"

Well, personally, I'm dead chuffed for Dick and Kitten.
They're well suited, them two. A proper pair of wankers.
Each to their own, I suppose.
Nothing in this life comes for free, does it?
And in this particular story? Not even love.



Dick and Kitten.mp3

i've got vibes that jingle jangle jingle
https://youtu.be/tzNzbv0E8og
sh00ter parody

Two To Twenty Years

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