The night, its New Years, the place, another school soire The wealth engulfs us. The beach is close enough that theres pollution in the water we bathe our souls in, and babble on in Beverly Hills A thousand children choking softly on mothers crazy pills Im gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till Im back on time Let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts And when it does Ill collapse in a pile on the floor again, again And Ill guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends Go home, go crazy, Im running out of options again Im scared, not lazy, but maybe Ill get so wasted I wont even remember The keg. its bleeding, I think I need to help it die Im glad I brought my starving conscience so I can suck it dry Im gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll till Im back on time Let the grass stain my clothes Im gonna roll till the party starts And when it does Ill collapse in a pile on the floor again, again And Ive got to drink these last eight shots for all my friends... Im gonna roll, gonna roll, gonna roll, till Im back on time Ill let the grass stain my clothes, gonna roll till the party starts And when it does Ill collapse in a pile on the floor again, again And Ill guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends
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