Drugs With Friends – Car Seat Headrest – letras

I get to know myself every weekendAnd I’m weakHangovers feel goodWhen I know it’s the last oneThen I feel so goodThat I have another oneLast friday I took acid and mushroomsI did not transcendI felt like a walking piece of shitIn a stupid looking jacketI walked around townAnd felt like I was in sodomFilthy people seeking comfort for their bodiesIt was so obsceneFilled with loathing and religious fervorI laid on my friend’s bedroom floor for an hourAnd tried not to piss my pantsAnd then I saw JesusHe said, « who are youTo go against the word of my father? «  »Who are you?The scum of the earth »No, we are just, we are justWe are just teens of styleOh, we are just, we are justWe are just teens of the styleThere were people getting drunkThere were people getting highThey were falling to pieces right before my eyesAnd I said, « mmhmm » a lotAnd there was one guy thereWho kept asking me, « how does it feel? « And I could not even begin to answer that questionSo I just said, « I don’t wanna talk about it »I don’t wanna talk about itAnd so there I was, just another shitbag civilianAfraid of the cops when I was outsideAnd my friends when I was insideAnd I grew tired of the sceneAnd then my dad showed upHe was like, « who are youTo go against the word of our father? «  »Who are you?The scum of the earth »No, we are just, we are justWe are just teens of styleNo, we are just, we are justWe are just victims of the contemporary styleYes, we are just, we are just, we are justWe are just going along with the modern styleNow everybody go along with the contemporary styleAnd it goesDrugs are betterDrugs are better withFriends are betterFriends are better withDrugs are betterDrugs are better withFriends are betterFriends are better with