Bomb the Music Industry! – Unlimited Breadsticks Soup And Salad Days (Guitar)

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I bought a couch and a grill and a table with chairs,

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paid for gas, like, the whole way down here, 

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electric n' cable, a shelf n' end table, 

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almost a hundred bucks worth of veggie burgers and buns. 

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I bought a case of beer and the charcoal to light and said 

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"we should do this every single night,

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don't worry about the cash because 

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I've got the scratch and I can't save my money because that's impolite."

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I don't know why I always complain about something when 

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what I got to complain about's nothing.

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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer.

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And just like that I'm broke, not a buck to my name and 

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nothing to do with the rest of the day. 

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No parties last all night, just tv and websites and 

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reproduction Peanuts strips I've read a million times. 

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Can we please ride bikes and not just sit inside all day 

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letting fresh Georgia air go to waste? It's really not funny 

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how bad I am with money so let's pedal as far as it takes to think about something else.

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I don't know why I always complain about something when 

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what I got to complain about's nothing. 

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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year, somebody break out the no more tears.

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I don't know why I always complain about something when 

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what I got to complain about's nothing. 

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Could help out something, now everything's wrong, and no one wants to be around me,

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no one wants to be around me now...

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As we sit around being broke, I'm losing my penchant for jokes; 

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it's just wry half-truths from a privileged youth 

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with a constant nostalgia for bad times when they're through.

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I don't know why I always complain about something when 

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what I got to complain about's nothing.

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No goddamn kid's had a luckier year and I'm bitching about internet and beer.

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I don't know why I always complain about something when 

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what I got to complain about's nothing.

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Could help out something, now everything's wrong, 

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and no one wants to be around me, no one wants to be around me now,

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not then, not ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever again.