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Sangtekst: Bomb The Music Industry!. Scrambles. It Shits!!!.


Tuck the phone in the crack of my sheets,
?cause I?m not getting up today.
Television down, turn the clock around
?cause you?re not getting up today.
We?re gonna sleep late and get breakfast.
We?re gonna tell our bosses we?re sick.

It really shits that I only get to see ya for an hour and a half everyday.
It really really shits that that hour and a half isn?t really very good anyway.
Because I?m burnt, because you?re angry
we watch three-quarters of a movie

and pass out on opposite halves of couch, of couch, of couch, of couch, of couch
pass out on opposite halves of a really long couch, yeah.

and pass out on opposite halves of couch, of couch, of couch, of couch, of couch
pass out on opposite halves of a really long couch.

I wanna live on a float in the middle of a swimming pool.
I?m sorry, all my friends,
I?d trade anything for this.

I?ve always got a good book and it?s always the summer
and I?m not hiding in the bathroom just to catch up on sleep like a creep. It shits, okay?
When you wake up every train stop
and when you sleep through just your train stop.

You gotta push yourself so hard that you?re gonna burn out
until you feel so fucking burnt that you just sit around.
Evenings weekends, i just wanna sit here, Please send me more sick days sick days.

I wanna live on a float in the middle of a swimming pool.
I?m sorry, all my friends,
I?d trade anything for this.
Eating fries, drinking beers in the summer in a swimming pool.
I?m sorry, all my friends.
I?d trade anything for this.

I?m burnt, I?m gone, I don?t know what I?m on. It shits. it shits. Okay?
I?m burnt, I?m gone, I don?t know what I?m on. It shits. it shits. Okay?
I?m burnt, I?m gone, I don?t know what I?m on. It shits. it shits. Okay?
I?m burnt, I?m gone, I don?t know what I?m on. It shits. it shits. Okay?