180 Lbs

I own the worst records of all time
I got 'em stored on a Ikean shelf of mine
They make me laugh, they make me cry
For owning Voice of the Voiceless, I deserve to die

Wherever you go, I will be there
Wherever you leave, I will go away
Though to you it seems it is implausible
One hundred eighty pounds is what I weigh

Why do I own Fire Party, the last Dag Nasty CD
Or that first Snapcase seven-inch, or anything by F.Y.P.?
I have S.N.F.U. and fucking Pennywise
Oh my God, what's wrong with me?

Wherever you go, I will be there
Wherever you leave, I will go away
Though to you it seems it is implausible
One hundred eighty pounds is what I weigh

I have this bad curse that follows me
It makes me purchase the worst records in history
I've sworn off buying records, after this one I'm done
I buy fifteen bad records for every good one

Wherever you go, I will be there
Wherever you leave, I will go away
Though to you it seems it is implausible
One hundred eighty pounds is what I weigh
It's what I weigh