Curb Feelers

Every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
It's not at the beach
It's not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead

Someone call 9-1-1

Mirror mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea of the pressure that brings

Someone call LA Times

Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dyin'
Like the punk scene

So who's the lucky one tonight?
Don't know what I want
But I know what I like

Someone call Elvira

Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene

1, 2, 3, 4

Someone call 911
Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene
And now you're dyin' like the punk scene



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Magers, Joby Ford, Joey Castillo, Ken Mochikoshi-horne, Matt Caughthran
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