Sloppy Seconds P.o. Box 33046 Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Start the day, punch the clock
Go to check the P.O. box
But I wish that it was empty
When I see what you send me
But I won't ring your cellular
I don't care where the hell you are
I put the past behind me
But you know where to find me, at

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P.O. Box 33046
Dead drunk and buried in the mix
Knee-deep in demo tapes
And broken guitar picks, at
P.O. Box 33046

[Verse 2]
So I run home and check my email
But it's never from a female
But there's some kid in Boston
Who thinks we're "truly awesome"
Well, I can't rеad and you can't write
But somebody somewhеre might
And next time I'll know better When someone sends a letter to

[Chorus]
P.O. Box 33046
I'll be a rude, disgusting prick
So send your color photographs
Of naked punk rock chicks to
P.O. Box 33046
P.O. Box 33046

[Chorus]
P.O. Box 33046
So if you've got a stamp that you can lick
All you'll get are autographs
On splintered-up drumsticks, from
P.O. Box 33046

[Bridge]
When I'm about to give up hope
A self-addressed stamped envelope
Will open up the throttle
And spare me from the bottle, at

[Outro]
P.O. Box 33046
P.O. Box 33046
P.O. Box 33046
P.O. Box 33046