Atmosphere - National Disgrace lyrics

(I pledge allegiance to Budweiser
And free drugs)
Peace to Rick James, Anna Nicole Smith
Bill Clinton and Motley Crue
And anyone else who has ever
Utilized their 15 minutes
Of fame to realize their true
Dreams of being an absolute jerk off
Just to keep the masses entertained
This goes out to learning from
The mistakes of others

Bring it on now come on
I said come on i said come on

They call me a jerk, once they get to know me
But they don't stop calling
They read me well
It's no work if I was phony
I'd win a trophy
Who needs to make records when
There's seeds to sell
Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked
God please help, too much grim to look at
Grab the tree by the limb and shook it
Like, "Have you seen my self esteem
Where the hell'd you put it?"
Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle
Drunk at the Troubadour talking to a model
Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard
I was headed to the El Rey
To slap a security guard

Rowdy, stubborn, loud and arrogant
As American as apple pie and embarrassment
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace
Dumb and ignorant, drunk and belligerent
Open up your heart y'all
Come on and let me in
Package the kid's face, put it on display
Look ma!, another national disgrace

The liquor gets hold of the head, liver, soul
Blurry on Sixth Street and Red River Road
Last thing I remember was the Ogden Theatre
Backstage bathroom making out with
All three of ya
Kicked out of Topcats for where
I put the vomit at
Finally passed out in a laundromat
Malnourished and topless
Slurring and obnoxious
Like, "Yo, we got this!"
The Zodiac Killer's 'bout to rock this
At the Great American Music Hall
Pissin' on the box office
Pick apart the detail, alcohol and females
All around the world, same Sean
Houston and Ludlow, Maxfish, Vampire
You pour the beer and I'll bring the satire
No prob, i'll play the part of doorknob
And make it look
So good you're gonna wish that
It was your job

It's all about the hangovers
And late checkouts
Maid banging on the door like
"Wake up! Get out!" but come on mami
Y'all probably don't want me comin'
Out like a zombie brushing teeth in the lobby
This is a career, not a hobby
Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see
Hey paparazzi
Don't you wanna watch me quote the
Fonzi and then crash his Maserati?
Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, blue blockers
Feeding Jack D to a room
Full of teenie boppers
Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor
Let's debate whether or not we
Should punch the waiter
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck
And order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success, only in America

I didn't come to start no
Trouble or hurt no one
I'm just here to get drunk, party
And have some fun