Won't slow down
Laid to rest
Woke up early
Got it clear
I feel so stupid today
Why ain't it any other way
It's too late to complain
Grab that job
They're all the same
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
So mixed up
No room to move
I ain't got nothing
I got nothing left
I feel so stupid today
Why ain't it any other way
It's too late to complain
Grab that job
They're all the same
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
Flat out fucked
You make me out
Writer(s): Steven Neil Turner, Daniel Joe Peters, Matthew D. Lukin, Mark T. Mclaughlin
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