Lyrics

My friends are drinkers
My friends are piss drunk waste
My friends are breeders
My friends were born this way

All my friends
Are looking for the short way out
All my friends
Are holding on to something great

My friends are tweekers
My friends got rot gut rage
My friends are thinkers
My friends are more than they seem

All my friends
Are looking for the short way out
All my friends
Are holding on to something great

Grew up in a ghost town
Beaten up and broke down
Breathe beneath the floorboards
Floating in a smoke cloud
Jabronies always coked out