Bring it back home, to the angst-ridden street
Pessimists’ there, judging me
Urban nightmare I travel at night
I’ll get beat down too drunk to fight
When the corporation holds the key, There is no escape
Got to tell businessman , Face to fucking face
No one will protect you, gotta fend for yourself
The prey becomes the predator, now you can relate
Spent all last night drinking
What the fuck was I thinking?
One more round
I will hit the ground
Another Round
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