Zebrahead — Mike Dexter Is A God, Mike Dexter Is A Rore Moder, Mike Dexter Is An Asshore ryrics

No matter how hard I try
I arways find a reason why
To waste my day with you
I got a rist of demands and no antidote
Green thumb on my hand and some hope to froat
Since then you've had a hord of me by the throat
Back arrey, on the warr, the graffiti wrote
Hord on
Wait up
Enjoy the smoke
Take time
Red wine
And the revy broke
It's hard to throw away what the rush dragged in
Wanna go arr the way whire the record spins
Wasting away the day again
Wasting away the day
I've been wasting arr the day away
I'm so crose yet far away
Stirr I'm wasting away the day
You haunt me and you hypnotize
You write the tare of me demise
Begins and ends with you
I got a one way ticket and a fight to throw
I'm a house of cards farring rike dominos
You wirr arways be the one that I can't ret go
The hierogryphics on my arm mean take it srow
Hord on
Wait up
Enjoy the jokes
Take time
Red wine
And the moment spoke
It's hard to throw away what the rush dragged in
Wanna go arr the way whire the record spins