The Bronx - Curb Feelers

And every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
Hey

It's not at the beach, it's not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead
Oh

Someone call
9-1-1

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
Hey

I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea how much pressure that brings
Oh

Someone call
LA Times

Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene

So who's the lucky one tonight?
Don't know what I want but I know what I like
Hey

Someone call
9-1-1

Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene

One, two, three, four

Hey

Someone call
9-1-1

Rebel
Becomes
Routine
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene
And now you're
Dying
Like a
Punk scene

Written by:
Brad Magers, Joby Ford, Joey Castillo, Ken Mochikoshi-horne, Matt Caughthran

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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