Dissidenten city limits lyrics

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 



BARTENDER! 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