Wore Out The Soles Of My Party Boots

Worn Soles and Punk Wisdom: NOFX's Journey through Excess and Reflection
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Lyrics

Life is fast but I don't wanna live past you, cause you are my only roots

Expresses a desire not to outlive someone significant because they are the foundation of the speaker's life.

I was the king of the drug booze thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots

The speaker used to heavily indulge in a party lifestyle but has exhausted the excitement and energy associated with it.

So call me shit faced Master of Disgrace, I don't care cause my outter skin

The speaker embraces derogatory labels due to a thick skin, unaffected by criticism.

Is thick like crust, and a liver thats rusted out, now I'm on a list

Describes physical deterioration due to excessive drinking and being added to a negative list.


Everbody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give ambivalence

People expect a reaction from the speaker, but they respond with indifference or ambiguity.

I gotta memory box cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks

Difficulty recalling events due to memory blocks, resulting in the need for a memory box.

All the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into grey matter damagings

Transition from wild nights to morning-after memory losses and potential brain damage.

So call me Fat Fuck, geriatric punk rock, give it straight cause I deserve

The speaker acknowledges negative names and criticism, seemingly accepting it as deserved.

a verbal beating from an audience bleating, and a melee with no concern

Anticipating criticism and chaos from the audience without concern or response.

Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but I'll give irresponsiveness

Similar to line 6, refusing to engage in expected reactions.

Everybody wants to drag me up again, I wanna go, but the price keeps going up

The speaker wants to escape the situation, but the cost or consequences prevent it.

Going down is simple and practicl, laying low but keeping it cynical

Choosing a simpler, more cynical lifestyle but still abstaining from complete withdrawal.

I'm on the wagon and it's such a drag, without a key kick, shot, and a drag

Struggling with sobriety, finding it dull and lacking the excitement of intoxication.


Evidently no one likes a quitter or an old punk's bitterness

Recognizing society's disapproval of quitters or embittered individuals.

So I'm waiting for the tap, on my shoulder, cause we're all getting older not better

Acknowledging aging without improvement, waiting for the acknowledgment of getting older.

The laughs are no longer with us

The absence of previous joyous moments or laughter.

So call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk,

Reiteration of the acceptance of derogatory labels and criticism.

call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk

Repeated acceptance of negative labels and criticisms, emphasizing the self-deprecating nature.

call me Fat Fuck geriatric punk shit-faced master of disgrace

A final, self-deprecating remark encompassing the derogatory labels and embracing disgrace.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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