Poor Bailey - The Terrible 20's lyrics

I wanna pawn you off for a melody

I wanna drown myself in tragedy

I wanna row, row, row this bent-up boat ashore

You can write me off as a parallel

I'm just a product of a chemical

I'm gonna rock, rock, rock

Till I roll, roll, roll away

I'm pretty sure I'm not convinced

I like living in conflict

We got enough, we got plenty

I'm in my terrible twenties

I take only what I will waste

What I can fit in a suitcase

Oh come on, I want

I wanna crash, I want a bad trip

I wanna win now, I wanna quit

I wanna pawn you off for newish g(?)

I wanna drown myself in tragedy

I'm gonna rock, rock, rock

Till I roll, roll, roll away

Alright, oh, whoo!

She's my old lady

Born to behave

The tunnels were flooded

I couldn't escape

Someone came with a radio

Lured by peril

And I'm taking the whole for my (?)

Writing the soundtrack for my fears

Rise to fall, rise to fall, yeah

Rise to fall.

With no one to blame, no one to thank

A paragraph away, a quarter of a page

I'm a cold, cold, cold, a cold, cold-blooded fool

I wanna sell a preyer that's got belligerance

When nothing's possible and nothing makes sense

I'm gonna talk, talk, talk

Till you walk, walk, walk away

I'm pretty sure I'm not convinced

I like living in conflict

We got enough, we got plenty

We're in our terrible twenties

I take only what I will waste

What I can fit in a suitcase

Oh come on, I want

I wanna crash, I want a bad trip

I wanna something, I want a quit

I wanna sail away on a sinking ship

Well you can write me off,

It's not like I give a shit

I'm gonna rock, rock, rock

Till I roll, roll, roll away