| Song | Shitty Weekend |
| Artist | Suburban Kids with Biblical Names |
| Album | #3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Suburban Kids With ... | |
| All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
| As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
| As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
| There's a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
| And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
| Don't talk to us, we're so pretty | |
| And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
| I am trying to be mad as hell | |
| But i end up getting drunk instead | |
| In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
| Where the clientele's young with fake ID's | |
| But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
| And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
| My heart is shread like confetti | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don't ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don't ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| I am wasted, yes, i'm drunk as hell | |
| The people look like cavalries | |
| Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
| To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
| The 7-11 we are open until you feel the pain | |
| Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
| Yes, i guess i'm feeling a bit crazy | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don't ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What's the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What's the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it's the only thing we have in common tonight |
| zuo qu : Suburban Kids With ... | |
| All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
| As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
| As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
| There' s a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
| And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
| Don' t talk to us, we' re so pretty | |
| And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
| I am trying to be mad as hell | |
| But i end up getting drunk instead | |
| In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
| Where the clientele' s young with fake ID' s | |
| But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
| And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
| My heart is shread like confetti | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| I am wasted, yes, i' m drunk as hell | |
| The people look like cavalries | |
| Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
| To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
| The 711 we are open until you feel the pain | |
| Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
| Yes, i guess i' m feeling a bit crazy | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What' s the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What' s the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight |
| zuò qǔ : Suburban Kids With ... | |
| All the birds roll their eyes at me | |
| As i walk as a peasant down the street | |
| As i pass avenues and trendy bars | |
| There' s a bumpy sound and the bouncer looks dumb | |
| And the people inside look just like Kirsten Dunst and Tom | |
| Don' t talk to us, we' re so pretty | |
| And you, you look like Tom Petty | |
| I am trying to be mad as hell | |
| But i end up getting drunk instead | |
| In an Indian restaurant in my part of town | |
| Where the clientele' s young with fake ID' s | |
| But the owner acts as if he has no idea | |
| And as they put your name on the guestlist | |
| My heart is shread like confetti | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| I am wasted, yes, i' m drunk as hell | |
| The people look like cavalries | |
| Hundred marching home from battlefields | |
| To the colosseum, the home of the dream | |
| The 711 we are open until you feel the pain | |
| Oh taxi maybe, oh baby! | |
| Yes, i guess i' m feeling a bit crazy | |
| Take those silly shoes off | |
| Go back to summer camp | |
| And don' t ever come back here | |
| You look like you live in a tent | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What' s the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight | |
| Hey you, on the nightbus | |
| What' s the size of your fries? | |
| I guess it' s the only thing we have in common tonight |