Each and everyday I feel love
At the drama's ending
Two boys and my neighbors
Getting down on
skateboard magazines
Mott and clowns say
The circus in town
And nobody sings my song
Nobody's got no tickets
So I gotta smoke my soul
My brother robbed me of money
And my cheap black sunglasses
I can't understand it
Why did you rob me of money
and my cheap sunglasses
I can't understand
I gotta quit smoking cigarette
I ain't got a lot of money
I don't wanna break
rocks in holiday sun
I can't sleep
I can't spit on you
Last night I found
some pills colored blue
I smoke my future
watching TV in this room
I'm a person like you buddy
I'm a part of the matrix
You too buddy
I don't wanna leave this city
I gotta dive in the ocean
with a plastic straw
I got nothing
But I got a soul
My dirty Vans shoes got a hole
I get it
I get it
Let the pills and the music
seep into my soul
He needs some money
And he needs some
Vans shoes to dive in the matrix
But he smokes his future
watching TV in his room
I don't know what to believe in
It's too hard to keep my soul
Beer wine and some whisky shots
I fill the glasses up
I'm bored
Got no expectations
My friend says that's all my fault
I love this song
And I love this city
I gotta smoke my soul
smoke my soul
smoke my soul