A surprisingly acute outside perspective.
Thought I'd sit down today and write about where I am - spiritually... ecumenically... grammatically...
But I'm not feeling that creative. However, the band Against Me! must be following me around, as the lyrics to "Thrash Unreal" seem to hit fairly close to home. Maybe I'll just post them, with a few minor adjustments. Tacky? You bet. Enjoyable? Hell yes.
If I want to dance and drink all night, then there's no one that can stop me.
I'm going until the house lights come up or my stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna end when I'm damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long, now the music is playing on my time.
I do what I do to get by, and then I need a release.
I got mixed up with the wrong girls, I got mixed up with the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes me places that I really didn't plan on going.
When people see the burn marks on my arm, I know what they're thinking.
I keep working for that minimum, as if being a college dropout offered any other options.
They don't know nothing about redemption, they don't know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for friends and family.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to sleep alone.
I'm out of step with the style, I don't know where the action's happening.
You know the binge-and-black-out scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point in when there's not a lie in the world that you could use to make the girls believe you're worth all the headaches.
I'm not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege.
I can still hear the Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 2006.
There ain't nobody coming home to share a bed with me, and I don't care.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to sleep alone.
If I had to live it all over again, you know I wouldn't change anything for the world.
But I'm not feeling that creative. However, the band Against Me! must be following me around, as the lyrics to "Thrash Unreal" seem to hit fairly close to home. Maybe I'll just post them, with a few minor adjustments. Tacky? You bet. Enjoyable? Hell yes.
If I want to dance and drink all night, then there's no one that can stop me.
I'm going until the house lights come up or my stomach spills onto the floor.
This night is gonna end when I'm damn well ready for it to be over.
Worked all week long, now the music is playing on my time.
I do what I do to get by, and then I need a release.
I got mixed up with the wrong girls, I got mixed up with the wrong drugs.
Sometimes the party takes me places that I really didn't plan on going.
When people see the burn marks on my arm, I know what they're thinking.
I keep working for that minimum, as if being a college dropout offered any other options.
They don't know nothing about redemption, they don't know nothing about recovery.
Some people just ain't the type for friends and family.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to sleep alone.
I'm out of step with the style, I don't know where the action's happening.
You know the binge-and-black-out scene ain't nothing like it used to be.
You reach a point in when there's not a lie in the world that you could use to make the girls believe you're worth all the headaches.
I'm not waiting for them to come over and ask for the privilege.
I can still hear the Rebel Yell just as loud as it was in 2006.
There ain't nobody coming home to share a bed with me, and I don't care.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to be a junkie.
No mother ever dreams that her son could grow up to sleep alone.
If I had to live it all over again, you know I wouldn't change anything for the world.