Where best friends are like brothers and every bet is everything or bust
Where kids meet up at night trying to survive on just excitement fear and lust
But Joey's got a car now so we just drive around
It's a brand new Friday night, same old shit-hole town
Djonno says he's in love again and this time it's gonna last
I'm sitting in the backseat watching the whole world blur past
The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's the street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's us
The streetlights of a parking lot shine down upon a smile
Of a pretty little thing dressed up with all her friends to set the night on fire
She comes over to the car leans on my window, smiles and says she got me some
She licks her finger, dips it in a bag and rubs it on my gums
She's laughing when she's asking, "What we doin' tonight?" I smile but I don't know
Then we all get out the car, leave the headlights on and crank that radio
The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's all these street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's all these vampires, ghosts and werewolves, all these creatures time forgot
It's the hired guns living on the run too desperate to get caught
Its the thieves that haunt this midnight like shadows in the dark
And it's the kids out in the streetlight with their hands in their pockets
It's us
The Sun goes down, the wolves come out, the stars just lay there laughing in the sky
You know that they could help you if they wanted to but they won't even try
This town'll read your fortune if you let her but her deck's a little light
The kings and queens are all out chasing aces and they're dressed up to the nines
There's kids out in the moonlight banging drums with other people's broken bones
There'll be a murder at midnight, some'll scream and some'll just hold up their phones
There's bodies in the backseats and there's blood running through these cobblestones
But it's Friday night, and ain't nobody going home
The bars in this town have got a certain kinda draw
It's all these street-rats and alley-cats playing demons and gods
It's the disgusting, broke and busted, the ragged and the raw
It's the strange, deranged and barely sane running on a different kind of blood
It's all these vampires, ghosts and werewolves, all these creatures time forgot
It's the hired guns living on the run too desperate to get caught
Its the thieves that haunt this midnight like shadows in the dark
And it's the kids out in the streetlight with their hands in their pockets
It's the type of premonition that you feel deep in your gut
It's all these bad decisions all these twists in the plot
It's the dopers and no-hopers and their razors are sharp
They got barbed wire for bootlace and in the bare-knuckle brawls
They will beat you til you're bloodless til you're begging them to stop
On beat-up couches and park benches kids are riding their luck
You got boys breaking in to bra straps like an old bank vault
And you got girls going down just as the sun's coming up
It's us
