[Lyric] Curb Feelers (The Bronx)

[Verse 1]
Every day starts off the same
I wake up looking for my brain
It's not at the beach, it’s not in my bed
The panic sets in that I might be dead

Someone call 911

[Verse 2]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Will I pass out in the bathroom stall?
I write the songs that no one sings
You got no idea how much pressure that brings

Someone call the LA Times

[Chorus]
Rebel becomes routine
And now you’re dying like the punk scene

[Verse 3]
So who’s the lucky one tonight
Don't know what i want, but I know what I like
Someone call Elvira

[Chorus]
Rebel bеcomes routine
And now you’re dying likе the punk scene
1, 2, 3, 4

Someone call 911

[Chorus]
Rebel becomes routine
And now you’re dying like the punk scene
And now you’re dying like the punk scene