People You Know

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Dance Gavin Dance - Rock, USA

People You Know

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[Verse 1: Jon Mess] Someone, please! Please write a script that's made for me That appeals to people listening to this CD I got a wish, I got a wish That all of this was something special I need a drink, I need a pill No, wait, I was over two years sober But this guy, he said that I was on drugs I should give some money to that bitch Or I could just get a real fucking job [Verse 2: Jon Mess] I am a prick, look at me go I can get lucky playing some shows, I'm a bitch I'ma go get some new expensive shit Oh, man, I hurt Emotions they suck But I'll just tell people, "I don't give a fuck about that shit" [Break: Jon Mess] Ain't nobody fucking with me, man Ain't nobody fucking with me [Verse 3: Jon Mess] Rancid is the sound of my voice Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces Singing along with dying concern Rancid is the sound of my voice Croaking its drama across an orchestra of friendly faces Singing along with dying concern to my bullshit [Chorus: Jon Mess] Where did our honor go? I think I know We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties Where did my money go? I spent it on blow You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo My parents can pay for the abortion, you know Who has a plan? We hold out our hands In hope for a free ride to successful endeavors [Verse 4: Jon Mess] The weak are the liars, the strong think too much I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck The weak are the liars, the strong think too much I am too cynical to say I don't give a fuck [Verse 5: Jon Mess] I need money I need clothes I need women I need blow [Break: Jon Mess] Something is very fucking wrong [Verse 6: Jon Mess] Resting your head on your best friend's sister's shoulder Your mother's job is to fuck all your neighbors Bodies thrusting to the beat of our shame [Chorus: Jon Mess] Where did our honor go? I think I know We've all been fucking each other in bathrooms at parties Where did my money go? I spent it on blow You know that I fucked all my homies' ho's Where did our morals go? I left them in Cabo My parents can pay for the abortion, you know Who has a plan? We hold out our hands In hope for a free ride to successful endeavors [Outro: Jon Mess] Give my regards to all you shady fucks Thorn in my fucking side Loyalty, honesty Trust, respect Humility, sincerity We are all so full of fucking shit We are all so full of fucking shit [Hidden Track] [Verse 1: Kurt Travis] Clever girl You've got me in your hands You write everything down No one turns you around Reckless love I see the willow tree It's weeping for you and me, for you and me Oh, reckless love [Chorus: Kurt Travis] Uneasy hearts weigh the most Oh, uneasy hearts, they weigh the most Uneasy hearts weigh the most Oh, uneasy hearts, they weigh the most [Verse 2: Kurt Travis] Maybe I could find a place for you With all the things you do I have no clue what to do Lately, I have been hoping to Think of what to say What a day, going far away [Outro: Kurt Travis] Uneasy hearts weigh the most (Uneasy hearts, they weigh the most) Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most (Oh, uneasy hearts, they weigh the most) Uneasy hearts weigh the most (Uneasy hearts) Oh, uneasy hearts weigh the most

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Credits

Writers
  • Will Swan
  • Matt Mingus
  • Kurt Travis
  • Jon Mess