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Ugly Kids Party Harder

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muchacho The whole album is great. My favorite is Holden Caulfield Complex: "cause i don’t give a single shit about anybody but myself". Favorite track: Holden Caulfield Complex.
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1.
my hands are shaking its 3:52 am and I am not waking up ever again at least not until tuesday when my amazon package arrives because resting is easy but sleeping is harder so sing me an insomniac’s lullaby i like listening to elliott to get my head back in the zone of my isolation and why i like being alone so i’ll stay in my bedroom til you give me a reason to leave or someone to vent to because i wear my anger on my sleeve and i still don’t see why i should take off these fucking sweatpants because i’m doing fine living the way i currently am or probably not but i’m doing the best i can used to think i was special but i’m not and neither are you and neither is god compared to everything else going on i’m not cool or attractive but i can still play guitar and write all these songs about how dumb i think we all are and i’m sorry that i can be so mean i swear one day i won’t be but until the day i come clean i’ll sit in the shower that’s where you always come up and although we don’t talk i wish you the best of luck there’s not enough soap to wash my dirty hands of all the stupid musicians that told me they like the same bands i always will fall for the same fucking guy in that cool leather jacket who likes to smoke cigarettes and get high then leave the next morning for some indie hipster chick and i’ll say i don’t mind because he’d always be kind of a dick and that might never change and i’ll never learn my lesson because boys with guitars are just so fucking common and i still don’t see why i should take off these fucking sweatpants because i’m doing fine living the way i currently am or probably not but i’m doing the best i can
2.
i could’ve talked to that kid in those patched diy jeans but why should i try to make friends when i’ve got a dog named beans i’m not lonely i’m just alone but i swear to god i’m okay with that and for once i think i’m happy i’ve been having way less panic attacks i haven’t gotten laid in so long but why should i need sex maybe it’s my greasy hair or my holden caulfield complex it’s not i’m antisocial i’m just anti growing up my old friends think i have a problem and that i should give a fuck but i don’t care anymore all the other kids are so much less hardcore than i am when i’m in my room just smoking ‘cause i’m bored all the other kids are so much less hardcore so the closest physical interactions i get are at a punk show getting slammed by strangers in the crowd until it’s time to go get in my car and drive back home blast the clash and the ramones back to where i can lock my door and angst in my room alone cause i don’t give a single shit about anybody but myself i’m proud to say i’m selfish and i don’t care anymore all the other kids are so much less hardcore i haven’t gotten laid in so long but why should i need sex maybe it’s my greasy hair or my holden caulfield complex
3.
Imbecile 03:14
i wanna reason to shave my thighs and did you cry when david bowie died it’s not like i’d tell your girlfriend if you did i wanna reason to shave my legs while you’re stealing all the beer from the frat party kegs i’ll be in the back of the shack where we used to sing i wanna reason to change my clothes birds are sneezing on the powder up their nose kurt cobain was a happy guy we over-romanticize how he died good lives can end in suicide elliott was just going through a hard time and i’m too fucking stubborn to take an easy way out but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile the stray cat strut always got me to dance when ozzy waves goodbye to romance i always cry in the second verse i wonder if hope ever bought that hearse i’m puking up politicians on the news the zodiac killer was probably ted cruz my freshman year tattoos are faded still waiting for a birthday that’s belated being scored by the man in leather who finally puts the pieces together you’ll find me down on abby road pretending to be friends with old musicians i don’t know because the beatles remind me of when we used to sing but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile i wanna reason to wash my hair you’re standing naked in your underwear blame it on the hormones if i stare but i get a feeling that you don’t really care i should get a job but i don’t wanna like my big brother who smokes marijuana not like big brother from 1984 dom’s the best damn kid you’ll ever meet i’m sure and nothing could ever compare to this satan buys me a drink while god slits his wrists no one wants to make out with a girl like this so i’ll have eddie vedder give me one last kiss i’ve never been the best at getting guys but i wanna reason to shave my thighs but i’ve got A.D.D so i can’t sit still or maybe i’m a fucking imbecile
4.
i remember all the girls in elementary school that would push me around on the playground because i said i wasn’t sure if i thought god was real and they thought they were doing the right thing my mom raised me buddhist and i thought that was cool but sometimes i’d say i was a satanist to the christian kids at school because it’d scare them away and i’d stop feeling so attacked and i’m still not a satanist but i like to think the devil has my back so when i go to hell i will feel right at home and take shots with the rock stars that have helped me grow into the person that i am today and that person that i am could never grow up to be a man but so what if i’m immature i’ve still got a spikey jacket and a good sense of humor i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a loser then maybe i like being one i’ve still got my punk rock boots and a brain run by id i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a dumb kid then maybe i like being one i tried to catch a BART train to freedom but i was too late so i fall asleep under the comfort of my stereotypic hate for myself and for the government for all the other angsty punks my age and you can call me an asshole but i think that i like it that way but what do i know about life about anything because all i ever learned in school is i know absolutely nothing and my dad asked me why i don’t wanna go to a uc either i’m not cut out for the system or the systems not cut out for me and i know nothing will change talking of anarchy is childish but so what if i’m immature i’ve still got a spikey jacket and a good sense of humor i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a loser then maybe i like being one i’ve still got my punk rock boots and a brain run by id i ain't got nothing else if that makes me a dumb kid then maybe i like being one
5.
punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit when you accidentally punch me in the tit when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys we’ll sing protest songs and start a revolution you’d be a highschool drop out because you’d hate the institution so instead of prom we’d slow dance to dead kennedys and we’d sing along to suicidal tendencies we’d hang out in your garage drinking beer and smoking cigarettes i’d like your spiky hair and you’d like my purple fishnets you would fight for me because you’d be hardcore plus i think that normal guys really are a bore we’d make out to black flag and slam dance to misfits and it would all start in a mosh pit punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit when you accidentally punch me in the tit when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys we’ll patch are pants and stud our leather jackets we’ll parade around the town chopping hate up with a hatchet when you’re in trouble with the law you know i’d have your back we would think we’re cool but kids at school would call us maniacs instead of writing love notes you’d scratch my name on cop cars you’d play me songs on your guitar to me you’d be a rockstar like nancy and vicious you’d kill me for kisses our love would be bigger than jesus punk rock love i’ll meet you in the pit when you accidentally punch me in the tit when i find you i’ll be overjoyed because i’ve had enough of angsty hipster boys
6.
my brain’s too fucked up so i drink but can’t get high and i get distracted by every dog that walks by i talk too much and i’m so fucking loud i think the day i die will be the day i shut my mouth i’d talk to you if i could hold a real conversation without hiding behind dark humor lined with self deprecation i don’t like bell peppers and i don’t like wearing socks but i swear there’s things i do like like i think led zeppelin rocks some people think i’m negative but i think i’m doing better at looking on the bright side lacey’s just gone to get her sweater i like my dirty green converse and i like my dirty green hair and i like my dirty mind and i like it when people stare and you can say it’s cliché that i’m writing this song today about shit you’ve heard a thousand times maybe just because it rhymes and i don’t expect you to stick around for all my sad jam sessions because they’re less of songs and more of just acoustic depression but i swear someday i’ll write something that doesn’t sound like this i’ll write the next hallelujah maybe then i won’t feel like shit my heart’s too fucked up so i don’t usually date boys but the ones that i did date i now tend to avoid like come on over and watch me watch law and order and you can think that it’s cute that i’ve got this quirky mood disorder you’d hold me hand while i’d chain smoke and pout thinking about taking an easy way out then i’d probably write a song about how much i hate the world you’d laugh and say “damn i sure love punk rock girls” cause don’t it feel just right to put me in that stereotype of girls with dyed hair that you all know with their record collections and their manic depressive episodes and don’t it feel just right to think of me as someone like ramona flowers or clementine from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and don’t it feel just right to put me in that stereotype of girls with dyed hair that you all know with their record collections and their manic depressive episodes
7.
piss on every hipster in your local cafe i can’t fucking stomach anything they say about intellectual crap or neutral milk hotel or how they were the first to find ajj you dress like you’re broke and say you’ve got no money while you’re taking sips of your five dollar coffee you’re so fucking retro buying vinyl and cassettes and the smiths sound so much better when you’re smoking cigarettes you’re not impressing anyone quoting poetry and don’t you dare ruin jack kerouac for me you’re dresing dirty on purpose while you’re quoting noam chomsky and all you hipsters with guitars never write your own lyrics why don’t you go choke on an american spirit no one cares about all the boring books you read compensating for your low self esteem go back to urban outfitters and return those skinny jeans you hang on to every word an old white dude with a pen has said and charles bukowski isn’t proud of you because he’s dead piss on every hipster in the health food store they’re so full of shit i can’t take it anymore i’m tired of hearing about radiohead and the cure so piss on every hipster x2 piss on every hipster in your local cafe i can’t fucking stomach anything they say about intellectual crap or neutral milk hotel or how they were the first to find ajj

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released January 11, 2017

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