Letra da Música Drugs With Friends de Car Seat Headrest

I get to know myself every weekend
And I'm weak
Hangovers feel good
When I know it's the last one
Then I feel so good
That I have another one

Last friday I took acid and mushrooms
I did not transcend
I felt like a walking piece of shit
In a stupid looking jacket
I walked around town
And felt like I was in sodom
Filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies
It was so obscene

Filled with loathing and religious fervor
I laid on my friend's bedroom floor for an hour
And tried not to piss my pants
And then I saw Jesus
He said, "who are you
To go against the word of my father? "
"Who are you?
The scum of the earth"

No, we are just, we are just
We are just teens of style
Oh, we are just, we are just
We are just teens of the style
There were people getting drunk
There were people getting high
They were falling to pieces right before my eyes
And I said, "mmhmm" a lot

And there was one guy there
Who kept asking me, "how does it feel? "
And I could not even begin to answer that question
So I just said, "I don't wanna talk about it"
I don't wanna talk about it

And so there I was, just another shitbag civilian
Afraid of the cops when I was outside
And my friends when I was inside
And I grew tired of the scene
And then my dad showed up

He was like, "who are you
To go against the word of our father? "
"Who are you?
The scum of the earth"

No, we are just, we are just
We are just teens of style
No, we are just, we are just
We are just victims of the contemporary style
Yes, we are just, we are just, we are just
We are just going along with the modern style
Now everybody go along with the contemporary style
And it goes

Drugs are better
Drugs are better with
Friends are better
Friends are better with
Drugs are better
Drugs are better with
Friends are better
Friends are better with