Fuck You - Get Dead

They told me to stop my drinking

They told me no more women or booze

They told me no more late nights of cocaine

Well I had to tell them fuck you

And I’ve had my share of hard times and hand cuffs

Drunk tanks, court dates and county blues

And I’ve started more bar fights than I’ve finished

But they all started with a fuck you

Well I don’t give a god damn if this life leads us to hell

I don’t give a shit if you don’t like what we do

I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine

You can have the rest plus fuck you

And I fall out of love just as quick as I fall in

My broken heart is covered in tattoos

And the girls think I’m cute on the weekends

But when Monday comes around and they tell me fuck you

And our tour van is just a rolling felony

Percocets, Oxys, and mushrooms

But when we get pulled over by the god damn police

We say well officer fuck you

Well I don’t give a god damn if this life leads us to hell

I don’t give a shit if you don’t like what we do

I got my friends and good times and that California sunshine

You can have the rest plus fuck you