NoFX My Party Boots Lyrics

Life is fast but I dont wanna live past you, cuz you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
So call me s___-faced master of disgrace, I dont care cuz my outer skin
Is think like crust, and a liver thats rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody wants to give a s___ outta me, I won't give it but i'll give ambivalence.
I gotta memory box cuz my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings.
So call me fat f___ geriatric punk rock. Give it straight cuz I deserve
a verbal beating from an audience bleating (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
Everybody wants to give a s___ outta me, I wont give it but i'll give irresponsiveness
Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go but the price keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but keeping it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.

[Hefe's good old fashioned solo]

Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waitin for the tap, on my shoulder cuz we're all getting older not better
And the laughs are no longer with us (they're at us)
So call me fat f___, geriatric punk
Call me fat f___, geriatric punk
Call me fat f___, geriatric punk, s___ face master of disgrace.