Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (decrepit Bricks) Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans 

Simply for lack of better stimulation 

Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons 

So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations 

That's my pre-gratitude 

Post, please leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude 

No dysfunction flip side, I'm just your ordinary citizen 

They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but then again 

I'm really mommy's little angel 

But that angel on my shoulder got strangled 

For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day 

And got cut like DJs spinning doubles 

I'm on my way to the store ignoring the city 

To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled pennies 

I could go for Denny's and my stomach holds plenty 

But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty 

Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest 

I'll never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice 

I learned my lesson the first time 

I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel 

Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes 

With seven shades and twenty tones, plus I breath artistic 

They eating everything I'm feeding them 

Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium 

And results are my children, we share the same genes 

Cast the same reflections and interpret the same dreams 

Like whoa, like whoa, like whoa, like whoa 

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine 

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign 

Just to turn around and walk back, that's fine and dandy 

But what's whack is the fact, I'm still walking 

Like, "Thank God for Walkmans" 

I'm only yawning 'cause these simple minded mortals make me sleepy 

So what do I do? I resort to T.V. 

In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster images 

And insignificant information like, "Willis was really Todd Bridges" 

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations 

And for lack of better stimulation 

I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces 

Rockin' "Don't Worry, Be Happy" T-shirts 

And you're assuming I'm tasteless 

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it 

The basic essentials of a very bitter young man 

That kicks rusty soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks 

With a permanent pair of headphones 

Trying to make these lectures stick 

I'll let them protesters picket like they are gonna make a difference 

And watch them die before they realize 

That their cause was nonexistent 

Like their cause was nonexistent 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine 

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack 

Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose 

My purpose got defeated when my mind turned paraplegic 

Plus I failed my Civil Service exam, they said I cheated 

Not to mention tainted urine samples 

And the attention span of a second-grader 

More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time 

Stressing his daily lesson, hence the ritalin 

I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one 

And stepped on the left 'cause right's wrong 

So what do I do? I resort to friendly games of ping pong 

And sing a song in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer" 

I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine 

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose 

Feeling like I'm worthless 

But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine 

Content with the fact that I know this city's mine