Mission Statement - Mystery Weekend

I fucking stop to sing some songs

With a couple words that come out wrong

Not everything has to be perfect

Not everything has to be right

That doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter 'cause nothing matters

It never mattered

If you don’t like it, it doesn’t fucking matter to me

For fifteen fucking years I’ve been singing songs

Well, if it wasn’t perfect, it was wrong

Fuck your personality, call opinion

These are the fucking facts

I stand by, we wanted

You’ll have to do it again

You’ll have to do it again

You’ll have to do it again

So ring out

Some simple chords

We’re not tryna win any God damn awards

We’re just trying to come out of place

We won’t be long

Just wanna have some drinks

And write a couple songs

I’m fucking sick of every band

That doesn’t have a sense of humour

They’re so concerned about their feelings

'Cause it’s appealing to consumers

What happened to the kids whose hearts

Were filled with laugh and piss and booze?

So ring out

Some simple chords

We’re not tryna win any God damn awards

We’re just trying to come out of place

We won’t be long

Just wanna have some drinks

And write a couple songs

Ain’t nobody in it for the money

'Cause there ain’t no money to be made

Ain’t nobody in it for the money

'Cause there ain’t no money to be made

If you get rich

It ain’t mine

We sit and laugh about the time

The trudging walls were closing in

Like the chameleon

So ring out some simple chords

So ring out some simple chords

We’re not tryna win any God damn awards

We’re just trying to come out of place

We won’t be long

Just tryna have some drinks

And sing some God damn songs