"Curb Feelers" lyrics

Every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
Hey

It's not at the beach, it's not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead
Oh

Someone call 911

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
Hey

I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea how much pressure that brings
Oh

Someone call LA Times

Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dying like the punk scene

So who's the lucky one tonight?
Don't know what I want but I know what I like
Hey

Someone call 911

Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dying like the punk scene

One, two, three, four

Hey

Someone call 911

Rebel becomes routine
And now you're dying like the punk scene
And now you're dying like the punk scene