Drinking in the Second City

It's about being an outsider amongst a group of people who claim to be outsiders, realising some things never change and that beer=good times haha

I was looking for an escape

But the second city left me without change

Without a hope, barely a man

Rejected by a false revolution

Isn't it funny? Isn't life strange

 

We went running about the park

And my friends fall in love with girls

Girls who don't even give a damn

Drunken haze and still no change

Oh well, better luck next time

 

The second city and small towns elsewhere

Beer in the fields and running scared

Friday nights and we're hanging around

Wandering what girls like, chilling to the sounds

 

We were the kids of a better time

Spike up hair and fists in the air

We were the kids of a better time

When nothing mattered, all was sublime

 

He was concerned with obscure sounds

The laughs, the booze and the punk girls too

You gotta learn to give up the chase

She's only an animal, looking for another race

 

The second city and small towns elsewhere

Beer in the fields and running scared

Friday nights and we're hanging around

Wandering what girls like, chilling to the sounds

The End

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