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(Joe Gets Kicked Out of School for Using) Drugs With Friends (But Says This Isn't a Problem)
by Car Seat Headrest
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I get to know myself every weekend and I'm weak
Hangovers feel good when I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday, I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
And I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend's bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
And he said
"Who are you to go against the word of my father?" And
"Who are you? The scum of the Earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said "Mmhmm" a lot (mmhmm)
And there was one guy there who kept asking me "How does it feel?"
(Asking me, "Are you sure")
And I didn't even know how to begin to answer that question
("You don't want to talk about what you're experiencing right now?")
So I just said "I don't want to talk about it"
(And I just said "no")
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up
And he was like
"Who are you to go against the word of our fathers?"
It goes "Who are you? The scum of the Earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
No we are just, we are just victims of the contemporary style
Yes we are just, we are just, we are just, we are just going along with the modern styles
And now everybody, everybody, everybody's going along with the modern style
Let's do it together
It goes
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Are better than friends
Are better than drugs
(Drugs are better than friends)
Are better than friends
(Are better with drugs)
Are better than drugs
(Are better with friends)
Are better than friends
(Are better than)
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
I get to know myself every weekend and I'm weak
Hangovers feel good when I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good that I have another one
Last Friday, I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
And I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom
There were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene
Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend's bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
And he said
"Who are you to go against the word of my father?" And
"Who are you? The scum of the Earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
Oh we are just, we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said "Mmhmm" a lot (mmhmm)
And there was one guy there who kept asking me "How does it feel?"
(Asking me, "Are you sure")
And I didn't even know how to begin to answer that question
("You don't want to talk about what you're experiencing right now?")
So I just said "I don't want to talk about it"
(And I just said "no")
So there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up
And he was like
"Who are you to go against the word of our fathers?"
It goes "Who are you? The scum of the Earth"
No we are just, we are just, we are just teens of style
No we are just, we are just victims of the contemporary style
Yes we are just, we are just, we are just, we are just going along with the modern styles
And now everybody, everybody, everybody's going along with the modern style
Let's do it together
It goes
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better than friends
Are better than drugs
Are better than friends
Are better than drugs
(Drugs are better than friends)
Are better than friends
(Are better with drugs)
Are better than drugs
(Are better with friends)
Are better than friends
(Are better than)
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
Drugs are better, drugs are better with
Friends are better, friends are better with
