All my friends from highschool, they all bought motorcycles
Joined up with a bike gang, supported Donald Trump
I don’t think they’re evil, even when they’re awful
Not totally class conscious, but ultimately good
Because they’re the kind of people you want with you in a bar fight
Even when you caused it cuz you talk to much shit
Or when you got a flat tire somewhere out in Jones Creek
Here they come a racin’ in some stupid jacked-up truck
Take me to the beach, shooting fireworks, feed me crawfish
Trick your cousin into buying beer
Lately I been struggling, I been failing, mostly drowning
I could use a friend to get me out of here
If we’re gonna make a comeback, we’re gonna need those people
Like my friends on the bottom that don’t know who to fight
Remember you’re a worker, that’s different than an owner
And you ain’t got the dollars now to make this turn out right
No matter who you vote for, conservative or liberal
Through piles of god damn money, your voice don’t make a sound
Our strength is in our numbers, in the streets is where we show them
You force someone to listen to you when they’re fucking scared
I can take some comfort, in my writing, when it’s working
Even if it’s been a bummer year
Meet us at the bottom, where we’re struggling in this bar fight
We could use some friends to get us out of here
Take me to the beach, shooting fireworks, feed me crawfish
Trick your cousin into buying beer
Lately I been struggling, I been failing, mostly drowning
I could use a friend to get me out of here
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