Final Fight - Rage lyrics

Friday night! this is the party night Such the perfect night to stay separated from our minds Ten yards away is the drunken clamor of pacified suburbanites (fives slapping, beers clanking, senses numbing) Josh is above the disconnect and privilege that plague our times Raise your flag to the wolves A fire in celebration to him, and in rage For all the people swallowed whole and ignored Tagged scary by precious daddy's girls Left in fields to crack in the sun Like a wolf of neglect, seek comfort within your den