Lyrics

Going out on Friday night Drinking with your good friends Work for the man Do the best you can To make it to the weekend Everybody's coming out We're gonna have a good time Just forget all the bullshit And everything will be fine Get to the show And start to go And everybody's swaying Drinks in the air And we don't care 'Cause the band just started playing Guy walks by with the look in his eye And we know what he's doing He's just out to find about The faces he can ruin Fight, fight, fight and you know it's right 'Cause you're always fuckin' wasted You're gonna go to the punk rock show To rearrange some faces Fight, fight, fight and you think it's right Testosterone abuser You're gonna go to the punk rock show But you're just a fuckin' loser Don't look now I heard a pow And there's a girl a crying You let one fly And hit her in the eye And on the floor she's lying Your bros all thought you were pretty cool When they saw you deck her I thought you knew what steroids do With your drunken little pecker Fight, fight, fight and you think it's right 'Cause you're always fuckin' wasted You're gonna go to the punk rock show To rearrange some faces Fight, fight, fight and you think it's right Testosterone abuser You're gonna go to the punk rock show But you're just a fuckin' loser Fight, fight, fight and you think it's right 'Cause you're always fuckin' wasted You're gonna go to the punk rock show To rearrange some faces Fight, fight, fight and you think it's right Testosterone abuser You're gonna go to the punk rock show But you're just a fuckin' loser
Writer(s): Charles Andrew Robertson, Sascha Michael Lazor, Carter Benson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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