Lawrence Arms Hey What Time Is `pensacola: Wings Of Gold` On Anyway? Lyrics

Hey What Time Is `pensacola: Wings Of Gold` On Anyway? Lyrics


It's killing time. The TV''s on with a bottle of shit. Buried Needle. The
record player has forgotten not to spin, so, you're feeling useless? Well, the
bidding starts at $19.95. And while the survey says 'cheers and applause'
another hour dies. Jacking off again. 40 oz in the fridge. Have these dreams
put to sleep. So call me up and tell me something. I'm dying to believe. I
dunno. I don't care. I just sit and stare now. I don't think. I just listen to
the drone of this old being. (I just listen to the voice of this machine)
Friday night, steppin out and talkin to the same fucking people. "So,
how's your family?" "How was school?" Conversation strain. Force
endurance from this class. It's 11:45. Two more hours lumber past and I feel
like I tried. (Sight of profound apathetic despair) Fucking off again. Talking
to this bitch, She hates me. I hate her. So shut me up and take me somewhere.
I'm dying to leave.