It seems like every woman is a widow And every town is a sh**hole I've been going for a week or two Just trying to get through Seems like every day is a battle And every hand holds a bottle Seems like every ghost in this world is on your back To wear you down But don't cry cause Friday nights are fun Right? Don't cry we'll find a place to run all night And by tonight nobody will know why There were tears in your eyes
Just like every gospel is sorrow Like I can't pay back what I borrow It's like every check bounces like the silicone chick's tits It's like everyone is not a winner And for every line the story is getting thinner It's like the author didn't write from the heart When she wrote my part Why is it so cold here Why am I so alone here Let's go check out the lights Let's go find out if the fish bites