My friends are drinkers My friends are piss drunk waste My friends are breeders My friends were born this way All my friends Are looking for the short way out All my friends Are holding on to something great My friends are tweekers My friends got rot gut rage My friends are thinkers My friends are more than they seem All my friends Are looking for the short way out All my friends Are holding on to something great Grew up in a ghost town Beaten up and broke down Breathe beneath the floorboards Floating in a smoke cloud Jabronies always coked out