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Bad Gadjit by The Gadjits

Well I'm so lonely that I really think that I could
Lay down and take a deep breath and die.

But instead I cry myself to sleep and think as I do,
"Zach, kiss your sweet ass goodbye."

When everything was going beautiful
and nothing stood in my way
I had to go along and throw that all away
and when the people tell me,
"Zach, kid, you better get your shit together"
and I wonder if I will I don't think that I'll ever.


(chorus)
na na na na oh yeah, you're so bad
Zach, you're such a fucking bonehead, kid
You get what you deserve and I'm glad

Sometimes I really wanna pack a bag and get out of town
because I finally felt the feeling to be free.
I want a big city life and a big city girl
and I'd like to take all of my friends with me.
It's these big-shot, insecure people we have
Who we give a right to hold a gun and a badge.
Tell me what to do and I'll tell you right back,
So sick and fucking tired of always picking up your slack.

(chorus)

Don't tell me what to do I'm gonna walk right over you
Cause I'm so lonely that I really wish that I could lay down
and take a deep breath and die

But instead I cry myself to sleep and think as I do
"Zach, kiss your sweet ass goodbye."

When everything was going beautiful and nothing stood in my way
I had to go along and throw that all away
and when the people tell me, "Zach, kid, you better get your shit together"
and I wonder if I will I don't think that I'll ever.


(chorus)

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jim_anthrax
Mar. 5th, 2013 03:31 pm (UTC)
one day, you're going to read this. i probably shouldn't be here, but here i am. i'll be going soon, but i want you to keep writing. keep loving. keep being exhausting. i appreciate all you've done for me and the memories. i found your letter the other day. written on stationary from the first hotel we slept in, the first time we fucked. its hazy. must be a combination of the mixed drinks that were composed of 151 and grain alcohol and happy hour at the venue inferno played that night. it was fun, right? i mean, apart from my drunken whoring and your quick temper. i hope you come back to the inferno one day, before the party's gone. take care. if you ever need a favor, hit me up. and always remember, no matter what:

posit coption coupe, i'm sorry if you can't.

-jen
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