Weekends on young and angry streets. We meet, drink 'till trouble found us there. Living life as without a care. We've had our fights, been black and blue.
I've been thinking lots about my life and. How quick I'd wash it down the drain. Past tense the future nothing matters now. I act on my own and I'm to blame.
Dead men, they celebrate. As the final chapter fades away. 'Cause they can't hide. We can see their flesh is rotten. . The band plays a hopeful tune. The champagne is poured as they socialize.