This one day 
My mind is strained 
And I can't can't can't have fun 

No matter what I do 
I've always assumed that 
I can't go on just sucking my thumb 

Sifting through my toys 
Stressing out my noise 
After thinking that I couldn't read 
Sitting on the porch 
And waiting for the porno 
While I'm sucking on my nicotine 

I don't know why 
I just want to die 
And here's 2 bucks for you 
This is the part where I should really part 
But I guess I've got nothing to do 

I don't know why 
I just want to die 
And here's 2 bucks for you 
This is the part where I should really part 
But I guess I've got nothing to do 

Black tar brown mud latex paint 
All in my lungs today 
Guess I should listen to what the docs say 

My breath is how the streets get paved everyday 

Oh how the wind blows 
So soft it slides right through my nose 
But that's not enough 
It's never enough til' I cough up a lung 

Black tar brown mud latex paint 
All in my lungs today 
Guess I should listen to what the docs say 
My breath is how the streets get paved every day