All my friends from highschool, they all bought motorcycles Joined up with a bike gang, supported Donald Trump I don't think they're evil, even when they're awful Not totally class conscious, but ultimately good Because they're the kind of people, you'd want with you in a bar fight Even when you caused it, 'cause you talk to much shit Or when you got a flat tire, somewhere out in Jones Creek Here they come a racin' in some stupid jacked-up truck
Take me to the beach, shootin' fireworks, feed me crawfish Trick your cousin into buyin' beer 'Cause lately I been strugglin', I been failin', mostly drownin' I could use a friend to get me out of here ~~~♫♫♫~~~
If we're gonna make a comeback, we're gonna need those people Like my friends on the bottom that don't know who to fight Remember you're a worker, that's different than an owner And you ain't got the dollars now to make this turn out right No matter who you vote for, conservative or liberal Through piles of goddamn money, your voice don't make a sound Our strength is in our numbers, in the streets is where we show them You force someone to listen to you when they're fuckin' scared I can take some comfort, in my writin', when it's workin' Even if it's been a bummer year Meet us at the bottom, where we're strugglin' in this bar fight We could use some friends to get us out of here
Take me to the beach, shootin' fireworks, feed me crawfish Trick your cousin into buyin' beer 'Cause lately I been strugglin', I been failin', mostly drownin' And I could use a friend to get me out of hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
