Regress, Escape & Relapse

Another week is coming to its end
When our uniforms comes off, out comes our primitive being
Yes the weekend belongs to the wolves
They're all coming out to howl at the moon

A different kind of party politics
It's one for all and all for one more round
In the western world we got nothing better to do
Than spill our spare time in a glass filled with an altered view

It's Friday night so we do the dance
Called regress, escape and relapse
Saturday night we will do it again
It's bottles to the ground, for we are the bottle bound

Have a drink, this one is on the state
Holler for democracy and for legalized malfunctioning
For a little extra taxation fee you've paid for the right
To start a bacchanalia that goes on all night

At the bottom of the bottle there'll be no solutions
We don't care we just wanna cause some trouble
My liver may be dying but I've never felt this alive
I should know better, hell I don't want to tonight

Some will have a blast, others will break down
Some will give a little extra love, some will get into a fight
Some will go to a club, some to the emergency room
Let's celebrate bottled madness and claim it's not a drug