I'm blowing out spirit smoke
As you turn to me try and bring me down
The crash punks and I got credit cards
And they don't phase me when they're living like suicide

All of my friends with degrees
They stand back counters making minimum wage with me
Good thing they followed through and kept clean, 
Trained heads just to get let down and dying
And we need something new
Everybody needs just a little cool
Yeah, We all need something

I'm blowing out spirit smoke
As you turn to me try and bring me down
You tell me that I should quit
Well I think you should start
And all the circles make there way quickly
We need something new
Everybody leaves just a little soon
Give us something
Cause we got next to nothing

And hey hey, I'm work out
And hey, I'm worn out for good
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And hey I'm worn out for good