Store Youth Lyrics


You’re holding your diploma in your motherfucking hands

You’re hoping for the best like millions of rest

But something’s wrong

You’re not so strong

As you were six years ago

Your marks and class

Don’t worth a shit

So you can wipe your ass with it

STORE STORE STORE

You go to store store store

STORE STORE STORE

And nothing more more more

STORE STORE STORE

You go to store store store

STORE STORE STORE

And nothing more more more

Sale!

No hopes

No dreams

Broken days they hurt like broken glass

My fate

Another’s choice

I don’t wanna rot

Give me this

FUCK YOU

Show me that

FUCK YOU

Can you help?

FUCK YOU

Keep the change

FUCK YOU