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I have this pressure
All over my head
"it's time to decide your future my son"
This are the words I hear from dad all day long
What a fucking dumb
Grampa was a good man
A good old marine
He said you better get a job
You're not a kid anymore
But how am I supossed to decide by now
What I'm gonna do the rest of my fucking life
If I don't even know what the hell
Am I gonna do tonight
You're gonna be a good marine
You're gonna be good engineer
You're gonna be a good writer
You're gonna be a good marine
You're gonna be good engineer
All I know it's 18 sucks
I'd like to be Fat Mike
Or maybe Billie Joe
Just like them
A well paid bum
A well paid bum
A well paid bum
A well paid bum
Paid bum, paid bum