Alright Lyrics

I got fed up with explaining the name of my band isn't Christian

And I thought that I made it clear that

I'm not nothing, that I'm still searching

I still fly under radars

My old tour car don't run no more

I think that it's perfectly fine to

Hate the police and steal from Walmart

It'll be alright

I wish my friends could be their own boss

If they could work for more than a paycheck

And I wish someone would speak the

Fuck up about how Churches are so patriotic

I told my parents about punk rock

And they still ask me if I'm gonna grow up

And I wish money could grow on trees

So my poor neighbors could buy groceries

It'll be alright

Well I don't think that voting

Matters for presidents with double-standards

And I quit smoking cigarettes unless I wanna smoke a cigarette

And I'm not afraid of dying no more

I'm still living for a living

I stole that line from the band Listener

Who stole that line from Buddy Wakefield

I had friends who said they loved me

But they won't call unless to ask things from me

And I don't know if that's called friendship

It feels like nothing and smells like bullshit