The Dysfunctional
Lyrics
I'm wasted, can't find my way back home
I'm totally shitfaced from the night before
Sixteen rounds of shots from the pub, you know
Too shitfaced drunk to remember our own show
It's Friday night, we start a fight
With broken cans, and our bare hands
We stand no chance, we'd better run
Thank god our fans finds it fun
Saturday night, we feel alright
We get on out to start a fight
But this time we will bring some friends
To kick your ass once again
Some kind of flashback from the night before
Of our bass player buying a whore
And Robert is sitting, puking on the floor
Hey dudes, a chick told us we burned down the store!
It's Friday night, we start a fight
With broken cans, and our bare hands
We stand no chance, we'd better run
Thank god our fans finds it fun
Saturday night, we feel alright
We get on out to start a fight
But this time we will bring some friends
To kick your ass once again
The other two got some pills from a dude
They probably ended up getting sued
The paper said a thing or two
About those two jerks running around all nude
Saturday night, we feel alright
We get on out to start a fight
But this time we will bring some friends
To kick your ass once again
Writer(s): Shuvit
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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