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Pertrified Life And The Twice Told Joke （Decrepit Bricks）

Gym Class Heroes

The Papercut Chronicles

Pertrified Life And The Twice Told Joke （Decrepit Bricks） - Gym Class Heroes

I walk on decrepit bricks

And kick sticks and rusty soda cans

Simply for lack of better stimulation

Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons

So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations

Thank you

That's my pre-gratitude

Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude

No dysfunction flipside I'm just your ordinary citizen

They're waiting patiently for me to sin again

but then again shit

I'm really mommy's little angel

But that angel on my shoulder got strangled

For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught

him on the wrong day

And got cut like DJs spinning doubles

let the fucking song play

I'm on my way to the store

Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds

With a stack of rolled pennies

I could go for Denny's and my stomach holds plenty

But my pockets got holes

I guess the goal is to stay empty

Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest

I never fall in love with that

pretty green-eyed temptress

Twice yeah right

I learned my lesson the first time

I just couldn't keep up with that

ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel

Parallel to many clones my eye's vision monochromes

With seven shades and twenty tones

Plus I breath artistic they eating everything

I'm feeding them

Put myself in every painting and use my spit

as mat medium

And results of my children

We share the same genes

Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams

Like whoa Like whoa Like whoa Like whoa

Whoa Whoa

And at night I roam these streets with

absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night I roam these streets with

absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I

didn't see the sign

Just to turn around and walk back

That's fine and dandy

but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking

likethank god for walkmans

I'm only yawning cause these simply minded

Mortals make me sleepy

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So what do I do I resort to TV

In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself

With lackluster images

And insignificant information like Willis

was really Ty Bridges

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation

And for lack of better stimulation

I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families

With gloomy faces rockin

Don't Worry Be Happy t-shirts and

you're assuming I'm tasteless

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it

The basic essentials of a very bitter young man

That kicks rusty soda cans

And walks on decrepit bricks

With a permanent pair of headphones

Trying to make these lectures stick

I'll let the protestors picket

Like they are going to make a difference

And watch them die before they realize

that their cause was nonexistent

And at night I roam these streets with

absolutely no purpose absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night I roam these streets with

absolutely no purpose absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks

stepping on every single crack

Reminiscent of that joke we used to say

when we were snotty nose

My purpose got defeated when

my mom turned paraplegic

Plus I failed my civil service exam

They said I cheated

not to mention tainted urine samples

and the attention span of a second-grader

More fascinated with building blocks

than wasting time stressing his daily lesson

Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the

wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one one

I stepped on the left cause rights wrong wrong

So what do I doI resort to friendly

games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence

I'm none the richer

I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night I roam these streets

with absolutely no purpose absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night I roam these streets

with absolutely no purpose absolutely no purpose

Feeling like I'm worthless feeling like I'm worthless

But contrary to my last statement I feel fine

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

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