another fuckin day

another fuckin day
another fuckin song
all the fuckin bullshit
seems to fuckin drive us along
dunno why we get into all this shit
seems to fuckin follow us around
dunno why this shit follows us
but it definately makes shit interesting
so we're fuckin chillin around in the apartment
and we're fuckin tryin to figure out shit to do
and we've got fuckin shit on our minds
tryin to get fuckin shit going
we've got some fuckin shit that we're tryin to fuckin put together
we've got some fuckin ideas that're floatin around in our heads
we're tryin to figure out our shit
we're tryin to fuckin put our shit together
but we've got some fuckin steep competition
and we've got some fuckin tricksters
we've got some fuckin people masquerading as fuckin friends
some people fuckin roamin around tryin to be friends
but then they fuckin stab ya in the fuckin back
and its no fuckin good
there's alotta fuckin people like that
and it kinda fuckin drives ya nuts sometimes
people're fuckin deceptive
and the fuckin place is a mess
but we've got a fuckin open mic tonight
so shit isn't all completely depressed
the place is fuckin trashed
there's trash all over the fuckin place
we're fuckin workin our ass off
trying to fuckin make this shit a success
we're gonna fuckin drive to the open mic
and we'll sing a couple of our fuckin songs
shits been crazy the past couple weeks
but we're fuckin making it none the less continuing to fuckin push on
and we're trying to fuckin put our shit together
we're tryin to fuckin make things right
and though its fuckin difficult sometimes
the end is fuckin in sight
we're gonna fuckin make this shit
and that'll fuckin be the day
when we've got fuckin money
and everythings fuckin paid