Vídeo de música

Destacado em

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pkew Pkew Pkew
Pkew Pkew Pkew
Performer
Michael Thomas Warne
Michael Thomas Warne
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Thomas Warne
Michael Thomas Warne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Rizun
Steve Rizun
Mixing Engineer

Letra

Nobody shakes hands anymore It's all hugging I don't make much but I still make something I bought you guys a bottle of wine But it's not the Costs-more-than-six-dollars kind Don't thank me for those twelve Beers 'cause they're mine I'll be nice and not say what I think And I hope no one Notices how much I drink at the Adult party Eight to twelve-thirty Split a six pack and get to bed early "It's nice to see you" That's all I said There's a coat pile on the bed and There's three dips in the spread When I say these people ain't my kind I'm drinking more than Everyone here combined I lose on purpose every time we play 'Cause I love the penalties In your drinking games Maybe that's a problem But, hey, I'm fine I'll be nice and not say what I think And I'm starting to care less if They see what I drink at the Adult party Eight to twelve-thirty Split a six-pack and get to bed early "It's nice to see you" That's all I said Looked you dead in the eyes with A snap-brim on your head And I stopped thinking And then I said "Rich kids, go fuck yourselves" If there's some in the audience Go somewhere else Rich kids Go fuck yourselves Rich kids Go fuck yourselves If there's some in the audience Go somewhere else Rich kids Go fuck yourselves Facebook invite to your condo Lots confirm but many don't show You fucking young professionals Your dad still pays your phone bills Davisville Business cajsz Gastropubs and recent grads I don't know what the fuck the point is I'm better off just staying in I'll be nice and not say what I think And I don't give a shit if They see what I drink at the Adult party Eight to twelve-thirty Split a six-pack and get to bed early It's nice to see you But right as I left Spilled the rest of my beer on The coat pile on the bed Nobody shakes hands anymore It's all hugging
Writer(s): Michael Thomas Warne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out