Friday nights have always been
The night to kick back and relax
To drink a beer or two
Drain my problems through the cracks
But on this day I got too drunk
And passed out on the lawn
Awoken by brutal fists of hate
My dignity's now gone
They broke my nose and bruised my ribs
But they wont get away
I will find them very soon
And make their asses pay
I watched the blood drip from my nose
For several aching hours
They beat the kid that was passed out
Those sucker punching cowards
I went inside the house to find
That we had just been jacked
They stole my friends possesions
And we'll never get them back
If they think that this is over
Then they better think again
No one fucks with me
And especially not my friends
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