Tragedy of the Commons

Stay out What's one more drink? If it ends up in the sink? Knock a couple weeks Off a lifetime I'm drowning In coffee and cigarettes Can't tell the ashes from my lips There's not much left Of my taste buds, but I've got the taste for life Death hangs over me like a lead rosary Like white girls out to brunch Hopped up on too much punch It's a tragedy of the commons in my lungs I wouldn't worry Cause I'll piss out the toxins I'm a motherfucking doctor I was pre-med for a year Daddy told me To get rich while I'm young Avoid the easy puns And the socialistic punks Mixing instagram and gin, this year's carcinogen Death hangs over me like a lead rosary Like white girls out to brunch Hopped up on too much punch It's a tragedy it's a tragedy In my lungs, lungs, lungs It's a tragedy, it's a tragedy in my lungs