Lyrics:

Queensbury, ah, number eight
Hell hotel punk rock estate
Way, way back, back in the day
A hundred years, it seems that way
Just across from Wayne's Junk Store
Three floors up then straight ahead
If someone thought to lock the door
Use the fire escape instead

Someone's always up to somethin'
One thing's always understood
If nothin' happened in a minute
Wait another, somethin' would
Avoid the landlord, spend the rent
Raisin' hell with reckless style
And sure our time was poorly spent
But toxic toast still makes me smile

Lookin' back now
Not sure how
We made it through, not all of us, but most
Still haunts me
Like it wants me
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast

This stuff's a hundred thirty proof
Glue threw the TV off the roof
The whole damn place just wasn't stable
Andrew trashed the coffee table
Rico's here, the party's reelin'
Colam's been spray paintin' the ceilin'
Can't make a call and man, it's cold
Alcohol and stranglehold
'Toxic toast', Jake coined the phrase
Haven't thought about it for a while
Mindless endless nights and days
But toxic toast still makes me smile

Lookin' back now
Not sure how
We made it through, not all of us, but most
Still haunts me
Like it wants me
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast


Someone's always up to somethin'
One thing's always understood
If nothin' happened in a minute
Wait another, somethin' would

Lookin' back now
Not sure how
We made it through, not all of us, but most
Still haunts me
Like it wants me
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast
Lookin' back now
Not sure how
We made it through, not all of us, but most
Still haunts me
Like it wants me
I remember, I remember, I remember toxic toast
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