King of Minneapolis, Pt. III & IV
III. OK HANGOVER
My god.
I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.)
I didn't crush the cat.
No one wrote "dick" on my forehead.
I wasn't seeing stars, I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs.
I didn't even feel depressed like every other day that I wake up.
I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less.
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect
Despite what they say, my mistakes AREN'T worth it
But fuck it, I got through today.
I can get through tomorrow.
We lost a tire, but we put it back on.
I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one.
I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends.
I lost my favorite band.
I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me "this is fine."
Still, I feel shitty every time I try to fall asleep at night.
I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less.
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it
Despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect.
But fuck it, I got through today.
I got a few more tomorrows.
And everyday I wake and smile but by day's end my smile subsides.
But I guess I'll be here a while and I'll smile through today, 'cause last night I didn't die.
IV. CECIL OTTER TATTOO
And I know I'm not dead because I just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed back.
This hangover ain't that bad.
I feel worse just about every day, but James Brown must have sparked a change
Somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young.
Got it drilled in my leg
Because I fucked my head.
When I'm all alone, I will always have one friend.
When I wish I was dead
And I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end.
I still have a home even if my home's a van.
When I wish I was dead
And I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end.
I still have a home even if my home's a van.
You still have a home even if your home's a van.
I still have a home.
I still have a home even if my home's a van
My god.
I woke up on the floor of a famous Minneapolis rapper (whose name will go unmentioned.)
I didn't crush the cat.
No one wrote "dick" on my forehead.
I wasn't seeing stars, I was seeing cigarettes and 1990's compact discs.
I didn't even feel depressed like every other day that I wake up.
I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less.
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
I'm always waking up hating that life ain't perfect
Despite what they say, my mistakes AREN'T worth it
But fuck it, I got through today.
I can get through tomorrow.
We lost a tire, but we put it back on.
I lost the love of my life, holy shit, I got a better one.
I lost a couple of my favorite shirts and favorite friends.
I lost my favorite band.
I feel like I have lost my mind and people tell me "this is fine."
Still, I feel shitty every time I try to fall asleep at night.
I wouldn't trade it for the world, I would trade it for way less.
Just a parking spot and a place to call my home.
I'm always making mistakes that are never worth it
Despite what they say, I hate that life ain't perfect.
But fuck it, I got through today.
I got a few more tomorrows.
And everyday I wake and smile but by day's end my smile subsides.
But I guess I'll be here a while and I'll smile through today, 'cause last night I didn't die.
IV. CECIL OTTER TATTOO
And I know I'm not dead because I just threw up in my own mouth and swallowed back.
This hangover ain't that bad.
I feel worse just about every day, but James Brown must have sparked a change
Somewhere in our dialogue about sleep, hardcore and not being young.
Got it drilled in my leg
Because I fucked my head.
When I'm all alone, I will always have one friend.
When I wish I was dead
And I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end.
I still have a home even if my home's a van.
When I wish I was dead
And I hate my friends
I must repeat this 'til the end.
I still have a home even if my home's a van.
You still have a home even if your home's a van.
I still have a home.
I still have a home even if my home's a van
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Rosenstock
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Other Album Tracks
- Old and Unprofessional
- King of Minneapolis, Pt. I & II
- Even Winning Feels Bad
- Side Projects are Never Successful
- 5 Funerals
- My Response to an Article in Alternative Press
- Sorry, Brooklyn, Dancing Won't Solve Anything
- It's Official! We're Borrrrring!
- From Martyrdom to Startyrdom
- All Alone in My Big Empty Apartment
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