Curb Feelers
And every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
Hey
It's not at the beach, it's not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead
Oh
Someone call
9-1-1
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
Hey
I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea how much pressure that brings
Oh
Someone call
LA Times
Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene
So who's the lucky one tonight?
Don't know what I want but I know what I like
Hey
Someone call
9-1-1
Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene
One, two, three, four
Hey
Someone call
9-1-1
Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene