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Story of My Life:
high school seemed like such a blur, i didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. and in class i dreamed all day, about a rock 'n' roll weekend. and the girl in the front of the room, so close yet so far y'know she never seemed to notice that this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend.
chorus: life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right. close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life. and i went down to my old neighborhood, the faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to. and the pool hall i loved as a kid is now a seven eleven. i went downtown to look for a job, i had no training, no experience to speak of. i looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back.
chorus: life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right. close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life. good times come and good times go, i only wish the good times would last a little longer. i think about the good times we had and why they had to end. so i sit at the edge of my bed, i strum my guitar and i sing an outlaw love song. wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back.
Bad Luck:
some people like to gamble, but you, you always lose. some people like to rock 'n' roll, you're always singin' the blues you gotta nasty disposition, no one really knows the reason why, you gotta bad, bad reputation, gonna hang your head down and cry...
chorus: you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck thirteen's my lucky number, to you it means stay inside. black cat done crossed my path, no reason to run and hide. you're looking through a cracked mirror, no one really knows the reason why. your enemies are gettin' nearer, gonna hang down your head and cry...
chorus: you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck some people go to church on sundays, others they pray at home. you tell them that there ain't no god, that they're better off standin' alone. you're always scratchin' at the eight ball, no one really knows the reason why. you get to the top and then you fall, gonna hang down your head and cry...
Social Distortion is really a great band.
Man...thursday is my only day off from work this week. sweet. Monday was a 12 hour day...and so is Saturday. Oh, I get an hour break in Saturday to go from Skincraft down to Gamestop. Fuckin' A. That's my lunch hour. Smoke a cigarette, and be off to work. and for my agenda on wednesday, work from 11-6. I'm never going to get these 3 presents done. I was only going to make 3, and time seems to be against me on this one.
Oh, and since thursday is my day off, anyone want to hang out?
I think it's great how most of my post is lyrics...
eightball for life.
high school seemed like such a blur, i didn't have much interest in sports or school elections. and in class i dreamed all day, about a rock 'n' roll weekend. and the girl in the front of the room, so close yet so far y'know she never seemed to notice that this silly school-boy crush wasn't just pretend.
chorus: life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right. close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life. and i went down to my old neighborhood, the faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to. and the pool hall i loved as a kid is now a seven eleven. i went downtown to look for a job, i had no training, no experience to speak of. i looked at the holes in my jeans and turned and headed back.
chorus: life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right. close your eyes and then it's past; (it's the) story of my life. good times come and good times go, i only wish the good times would last a little longer. i think about the good times we had and why they had to end. so i sit at the edge of my bed, i strum my guitar and i sing an outlaw love song. wonderin' bout what you're doin' now and when you're comin' back.
Bad Luck:
some people like to gamble, but you, you always lose. some people like to rock 'n' roll, you're always singin' the blues you gotta nasty disposition, no one really knows the reason why, you gotta bad, bad reputation, gonna hang your head down and cry...
chorus: you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck thirteen's my lucky number, to you it means stay inside. black cat done crossed my path, no reason to run and hide. you're looking through a cracked mirror, no one really knows the reason why. your enemies are gettin' nearer, gonna hang down your head and cry...
chorus: you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck you got bad, bad luck bad, bad luck some people go to church on sundays, others they pray at home. you tell them that there ain't no god, that they're better off standin' alone. you're always scratchin' at the eight ball, no one really knows the reason why. you get to the top and then you fall, gonna hang down your head and cry...
Social Distortion is really a great band.
Man...thursday is my only day off from work this week. sweet. Monday was a 12 hour day...and so is Saturday. Oh, I get an hour break in Saturday to go from Skincraft down to Gamestop. Fuckin' A. That's my lunch hour. Smoke a cigarette, and be off to work. and for my agenda on wednesday, work from 11-6. I'm never going to get these 3 presents done. I was only going to make 3, and time seems to be against me on this one.
Oh, and since thursday is my day off, anyone want to hang out?
I think it's great how most of my post is lyrics...
eightball for life.