The Southside Choir Boys - 400 Hot Dogs In: The Dead of Winter
I'd eat 400 hot dogs but that don't make any sensePut a gun in my mouth but that's a bit too intense
We all find a way to go up in flames
But everybody's playing, playing a game
You can laugh about it, cry about it
Or not even talk about it
Even thought it's all the same
I don't even care
If you sit and fucking stare
Cause it all ends anyway
Dischord and despair come like lambs to the slaughter
Who knew that this hell could get any hotter
I should've seen it coming through that beautiful blue
I guess I should've been there, been there for you
You can laugh about it, cry about it
Or not even talk about it
Even thought it's all the same
I don't even care
If you sit and fucking stare
Cause it all ends anyway
You can laugh, you can cry
You can live, you can die
Cause I don't' give a shit anyway
Written by:
David Luecke
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