i'm still learning what's right and wrongthe categories blur within the song
everybody knows their rights and wrongs but me
what's it gonna take to see?
maybe a call from the local cops
maybe a call from the local cops
a house party in a cardboard box
stuck in the rocks
board it up with pins and locks
or insides filled with vladamir
when you're driving drunk without the fear
you don't notice everything's unclear
when you're driving drunk it's so hard to steer
you won't make it home this year
we're all raised as petty crooks
you won't make it home this year
we're all raised as petty crooks
hardly breaking the laws in all the books
we fit the looks to dull to shine
and all these wrong words tend to rhyme
yes every wrong word tends to rhyme
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