Another downtown street is lain with bodies, young for thirty
Feeling old
I'm going home
But I just want a drink away from home, a couple shots
An ear to bend
Between weekends
Am I the only one without a nine to five
This Friday night?
There's way too many people here. Not even through the door
Hey, there's a fight
Amateur night
And the cigarette smokers form barricades
They need a fire marshal to get in the rave
Hey, hey
And tonight is nothing special
I'm not wanting for this world to change
Another downtown street is lain with minds too dumb for twenty
All the same
Smiling away
Am I the only one who doesn't want a fight?
All my friends are weekends warriors but I'll back
Monday night