The Holy Ghost Tabernacle Choir - Liver Budget

The sun emerges from darkness, blazing with a fire to burn down the world
A deathwish, a harbinger, a flare into the stratosphere
It is a signal of the end of the line
A vast array of aggregate bullshit to end your strife

Pre-determined for food deserts and hate crimes
Lessons on how to hate yourself, reduce your size
Change yourself, even take your life

It's bootstraps all the way down, and they will tear
The family trees in the park will all grow bare
The only solace: i don't want to fucking be here

I don't want to fucking be here

You can pray for change, even a new face
But you're stuck in the same hole you crawled out of
From the cradle to the fucking grave

I don't want to fucking be here

I would rather drink myself to death
Or stick a needle in my arm with black tar heroin

I don't want to fucking be here

Written by:
Aaron Cooler, Aaron Givens, Nat Lacuna, Tanner Hamilton

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