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