
People You Know Dance Gavin Dance
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[Verse 1: Jon Mess]
Someone please!
Please write a script that's made for me
That appeals to people listening to this CD
I got a wish, I got a wish
That all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
No wait, I was over two years sober
But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
I should give some money to that bitch
Or I could just get a real fucking job
[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
I am a prick, look at me go
I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch
I'ma go get some new expensive shit
Oh man I hurt
Emotions they suck
But I'll just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
[Break: Jon Mess]
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ain't nobody fucking with me
[Verse 3: Jon Mess]
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with dying concern
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with dying concern to my bullshit
Someone please!
Please write a script that's made for me
That appeals to people listening to this CD
I got a wish, I got a wish
That all of this was something special
I need a drink, I need a pill
No wait, I was over two years sober
But this guy, he said that I was on drugs
I should give some money to that bitch
Or I could just get a real fucking job
[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
I am a prick, look at me go
I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch
I'ma go get some new expensive shit
Oh man I hurt
Emotions they suck
But I'll just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit"
[Break: Jon Mess]
Ain't nobody fucking with me, man
Ain't nobody fucking with me
[Verse 3: Jon Mess]
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with dying concern
Rancid is the sound of my voice
Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces
Singing along with dying concern to my bullshit
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