World Class Fuck Up

Yeah my friends say my lifestyle's a bit out of control
 Got some whiskey in my pocket and it's burning a hole
 At my best I'm a mess, yeah I think I'm pretty cool
 All my teachers tried to fail me tell me, I'm a damn fool
 Gonna wreck my car, gonna rip up all the bars
 I'll be drunk on stage smashing up all my guitars
 And I'm smoking, and I'm toking, and I'm living wide open
 Ain't gonna stop 'till I drop and I bringing you you the rock
 Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up
 Whoa, and we drink until we throw up
 Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up
 Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups
 Whoa, now everybody put your hands up
 If you're a world class fuck up
 Yeah
 Hit me
 All you preachers politicians trying to piss on my ambitions
 I'm hitting the ignition I'm a man that's on a mission
 My life's on the run and you know it's kinda awesome
 Digging ditches burning bridges just as fast as I can cross 'em
 I'm a hot rod screaming' down a one way street
 I got my windows down rocking to a dope ass beat, come on
 Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up
 Whoa, and we drink until we throw up
 Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up
 Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups
 Whoa, now everybody put your hands up
 If you're a world class fuck up
 Sorry mom!
 Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up
 Whoa, and we drink until we throw up
 Whoa, but we ain't never gonna give up
 Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups
 Whoa, now everybody put your hands up
 If you're a world class fuck up
 Whoa, now everybody put your hands up
 If you're a world class fuck up