Текст песне : Charles Bronson. Complete Discocrappy. Annual Martyr To Your Social Life.

It happens every year just about around this time
when some drunken underage kids crash in a ditch and die
and for a day or two everyone pretends to be upset
Their friends are so sad, but it's only cuz now
the fucking bouncers will be checking harder for fake I.D.'s

Nobody wants to claim the responsibility
and the bars don't give a fuck, as long as business is booming

So how the fuck should I feel when my friends are
out doing the same thing
You fucking idiots, you're just
examples waiting to be made

Cuz it's not a coincidence that there's a bar on every corner
and five liquor stores in a two-mile radius

The cycle will repeat itself but you'll never fucking see it!