World Class F**k Up

Yeah my friends say my lifestyle's a bit out of control Got some whiskey in my pocket and it's burning a hole At my best I'm a mess, yeah I think I'm pretty cool All my teachers tried to fail me tell me, I'm a damn fool Gonna wreck my car, gonna rip up all the bars I'll be drunk on stage smashing up all my guitars And I'm smoking, and I'm toking, and I'm living wide open Ain't gonna stop 'till I drop and I bringing you you the rock Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up Whoa, and we drink until we throw up Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups Whoa, now everybody put your hands up If you're a world class fuck up Yeah Hit me All you preachers politicians trying to piss on my ambitions I'm hitting the ignition I'm a man that's on a mission My life's on the run and you know it's kinda awesome Digging ditches burning bridges just as fast as I can cross 'em I'm a hot rod screaming' down a one way street I got my windows down rocking to a dope ass beat, come on Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up Whoa, and we drink until we throw up Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups Whoa, now everybody put your hands up If you're a world class fuck up Sorry mom! Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up Whoa, and we drink until we throw up Whoa, but we ain't never gonna give up Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups Whoa, now everybody put your hands up If you're a world class fuck up Whoa, now everybody put your hands up If you're a world class fuck up