the night it s new years the place another school soire the wealth engulfs us the beach is close enough that there s pollution in the water we bathe our souls in and babble on in beverly hills a thousand children choking softly on mothers crazy pills i m gonna roll gonna roll gonna roll till i m back on time let the grass stain my clothes gonna roll till the party starts and when it does i ll collapse in a pile on the floor again again and i ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends go home go crazy i m running out of options again i m scared not lazy but maybe i ll get so wasted i won t even remember the keg it s bleeding i think i need to help it die i m glad i brought my starving conscience so i can suck it dry i m gonna roll gonna roll gonna roll till i m back on time let the grass stain my clothes i m gonna roll till the party starts and when it does i ll collapse in a pile on the floor again again and i ve got to drink these last eight shots for all my friends i m gonna roll gonna roll gonna roll till i m back on time i ll let the grass stain my clothes gonna roll till the party starts and when it does i ll collapse in a pile on the floor again again and i ll guzzle these last eight shots for all my friends
['emo', 'pop punk']