Curb Feelers

[Verse 1] Every day starts off the same I wake up looking for my brain It's not at the beach, it’s not in my bed The panic sets in that I might be dead Someone call 911 [Verse 2] Mirror mirror on the wall Will I pass out in the bathroom stall? I write the songs that no one sings You got no idea how much pressure that brings Someone call the LA Times [Chorus] Rebel becomes routine And now you’re dying like the punk scene [Verse 3] So who’s the lucky one tonight Don't know what i want, but I know what I like Someone call Elvira [Chorus] Rebel bеcomes routine And now you’re dying likе the punk scene 1, 2, 3, 4 Someone call 911 [Chorus] Rebel becomes routine And now you’re dying like the punk scene And now you’re dying like the punk scene