Hand Me The Downs Lyrics - U.s. Bombs

Too much pressure, gonna self explode 

The baggage keeps on pilin' up 

My future dangles from the end of a rope 

No coat tails to sew on my coat 

This is just a fame, it's just a game 

Good God above take me out now, now 

Somebody help me now, now, now 

Lift me up to hand me the downs 

The night life here's the worst it's ever been 

Where's my jar of glue to put away my brains 

This old body's been through the mill 

My first memory was hate, so take the blame