One, two, three, four
I met a girl tonight
She had a forty in her left
And a smoke in her right
She told me about all these folk-punk kids
In Tennessee,
While they all come help me burn the city
Then we can finally be free.
She's looking at me like I'm crazy
She asked me my name,
I said, "Hey, I'm Nick",
I asked her name too, but I can't remember it.
And that kinda makes me sick
It makes me wanna blame everything
I wanna blame that forty ounce on whatever you're smoking
Now I don't use the Lord's name in vain a lot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that he's good for.
And I don't go to parties and I don't smoke pot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that I regret.
We were making out in bed,
She moaned, "Oh god!"
And I moaned, "God is dead."
She said, "Hey man, what's your problem?!"
"I'm sorry girl, I hate everything."
I hate the system and how I can't remember your name.
Now I don't use the Lord's name in vain a lot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that he's good for.
And I don't go to parties and get drunk a lot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that I regret.
Now I don't use the Lord's name in vain a lot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that he's good for.
And I don't go to parties and I don't smoke pot,
But when I do it's the only goddamn thing that I regret.