Текст песни
Psyched to prepare
For this week's fare
Drublicly punk
Best drugs to share
Break tooth or dare
Prove why you're there
Alex is punching air as he denounces macho shit
Trying to impress a scenester girl in a demanding circle pit
And Michael keeps a joint lit throughout the show
Helen bites her tongue as she demands another song
Pupils dilated and a long face to accompany the wrong reasons
To sugarcoat her punk rock blues with snow
All my friends are strays on a leash
Friday's despair
Week hasn't been fair
A few ships have sung
One boat was spared
Dead weight is rare
It's left midsea cause no one cares
George is bursting into loud laughs
Dissing out what Holdem did
He is self restrained in Irish handcuffs
Brings to mind his mother's need
To castrate the stray cat in him
A low blow
Held breath and pattern
As pulling downwards
Is nothing more than
Testing the elasticity of the leash