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from Eh. by The Synthetic Blues

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Don't you think it's kind of funny how you only call me up
When you're looking for a party, and say you just maybe might show up
I know it's tough to find a buddy and that it's hard to find a friend
And that it sucks to be a loser when you're doing shots of Jager again

But I know it's hard with all that self-critique
For waking up in someone's sheets
At twelve o'clock three days a week

'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, so tell me why you think that you're hot

Do me a favor and don't touch me, because it kinda creeps me out
I think you might be hiding something that you don't wanna tell your parents about
You say you're gonna play the piano and that you wanna learn the blues
And that you're gonna read the bible to help expand your cultural views

But I know that it's so hard to find the time
Out getting laid and drinking wine
Like culture now is such a crime

'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, so tell me why you think that you're hot

Collared shirt punk rock revolution
Stoner culture wealth redistribution
College kid class system revolution
What's your excuse for that?

Collared shirt punk rock revolution
Stoner culture wealth redistribution
College kid class system revolution
What's your excuse for that? What's your excuse for that?

'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, you ain't got no fire, you ain't got no fire
So tell me why you think that you're hot

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from Eh., released June 23, 2015

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