Dissidenten - City Limits lyrics

rate me

It's Friday night, it's time to hit the streets

With a 40 ounce of malted medicine

So here's a toast to better days

The days when we used to rule the world

But happy hour is over

And we're left facedown outside

Of some beat-up, run-down tavern door

Bartnder! It's time I had another drink

Quickly before I have the time to think

Cuz I'm tired of my life

I'm sick of it all

So drown it out in a frosted glass of my self-doubt

So I meet this girl down at the bar

And she recognizes me from our hometown

She says "Do you ever miss the days we used to hang out?"

And I swear that I just stared at her in disbelief

I don't know why<br />

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Thanks to razvan