friday night coming on
all the singles hit all
the corner stores for
bottles
that was me
in chicago
once i got robbed
walkin home
a knife to my
neck i yelled
take the fuckin booze
its yours
i was broke anyway
and tired of my life
they left me runnin off
empty shakin
hands beatin
heart
thinkin
now i really feel
alive
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