Potato Hate Explosion - The Tour Guide Is Dead

As I walk through the valley of camo and meth
Everybody that I grew up with starts to look like death
These years of hope are filled with days of repetition
And I'm tired of my friends not wanting to be alive
The aroma of barbecue and narcotics in the air

Here's an iPad, you little shit
Now shut the fuck up, my stories are on

Born into a kingdom of underachievement
Heir to a secondhand throne of contentment
I'm supposed to be damned to a life of resentment

Gotta be up early in the morning
Make a living doing what I hate
So wham, bam, thank you, ma'am
I ain't lickin' that
Sleep
Work, drink, hate, wake up, repeat
Work, drink, hate, wake up, repeat

It's not a zombie invasion
It's a living evasion
Convince yourself what you're around is what you are
Postpone the pain with a PBR

Work, drink, hate, wake up, repeat
Work, drink, hate, wake up, repeat
Then you die