One, two, three, four
♪
Throw up our hands to the whole damn thing
We wish for the best, but we settle for wing-dings
Fall of the mountain, but land on our knees
We got aspirin aspirations
Fill up a bar with bad jokes and hot piss
We'll start every fight with a point well missed
With look like crooks, lucky to steal a kiss
We got aspirin aspirations
The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head
One more shot, liver's neck and neck
Tie up the noose, build our gallows high
I always thought we was the swinging type
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Give us an inch, we'll toss it in the yard
But give us a foot, we'll kick ass for a lark
Got advice? We can't be bothered
We've got aspirin aspirations
A blast our goal and we'll light the fuse
With a match made in heaven, bored and bemused
Down in flames, Dead Boys as our muse
We've got aspirin aspirations
The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head
One more shot, liver's neck and neck
Tie up the noose, build our gallows high
I always said we was the swinging type
The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head
One more shot, liver's neck and neck
Tie up the noose, build our gallows high
I always said we was the swinging type
♪
The purpose posed, keep a clear head
Clean the crap, clear out cobwebs
Our heads won't clear 'til we're dead
We've got aspirin aspirations
Throw up our hands to the whole damn thing
We wish for the best, but we settle for wing-dings
Fall of the mountain, but land on our knees
We got aspirin aspirations
The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head
One more shot, liver's neck and neck
Tie up the noose, build our gallows high
I always said we was the swinging type
The holes in our stomach race, the holes in our head
One more shot, liver's neck and neck
Tie up the noose, build our gallows high
I always said we was the swinging type
Boom