No More Bad News
de The Front Bottoms
Well, I'm staring at unfamiliar ceilings and I should leave
'Cause everybody here is tripping some new drug
Except for me (why?)
'Cause I don't have the money
I have been thinking about letting my hair grow
I have been thinking about cutting it short
I have been thinking about dying it yellow
But I don't think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support
That type of look
So I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I'll cut off my fingers, no id to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore
I talk to myself too much too often trying hard to figure out
Why all these feelings that lie in my stomach
Are always pushing for my mouth
So I will learn to sleep on my chest
And I will learn to let things go
And I will learn to come to terms with the things that I will never know
I will never know
I will never know
So I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I'll cut off my fingers, no id to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore
I'm not take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more
I'm not take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more
I'm not take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more
I'm not take what I can get, I'll take what I am given, but we both know that I'll need more
So much more
I'll need so much more
So I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I'll cut off my fingers, no id to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
So I will tattoo my poems all over my body
They won't know who I was before
And I'll cut off my fingers, no id to find me
When I am washed up on the New Jersey shore
The New Jersey shore
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