Alright

I got fed up with explaining the name of my band isn’t Christian
And I thought that I made it clear that
I’m not nothing, that I’m still searching
I still fly under radars
My old tour car don’t run no more
I think that it’s perfectly fine to
Hate the police and steal from Walmart
It’ll be alright
I wish my friends could be their own boss
If they could work for more than a pay check
And I wish someone would speak the
Fuck up about how Churches are so patriotic
I told my parents about punk rock
And they still ask me if I’m gonna grow up
And I wish money could grow on trees
So my poor neighbours could buy groceries
It’ll be alright
Well I don’t think that voting
Matters for presidents with double-standards
And I quit smoking cigarettes unless I wanna smoke a cigarette
And I’m not afraid of dying no more
I’m still living for a living
I stole that line from the band Listener
Who stole that line from Buddy Wakefield
I had friends who said they loved me
But they won’t call unless to ask things from me
And I don’t know if that’s called friendship
It feels like nothing and smells like bullshit