True Story

Bleeding fingers and broken bones Drunk as hell, in the streets we groan, Let me tell you about the place It's a place with memories Now listen This is where it happens This is where we want to be This is where we party This is where you stand with me This is our place This is our sanctum This is our fight This is our night Fucked up livers but still alright Suffocating, we puked all night Liquors out, sadly we cry The smokes are out We are ready to fly This is where it happens This is where we want to be This is where we party This is where you stand with me This is our place This is our sanctum This is our fight This is our night