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 f**ing bouncers will be checking harder for fake I.D.'s
Nobody wants to claim the responsibility
And the bars don't give a f**, as long as business is booming
So how the f** should I feel when my friends are
Out doing the same thing
You f**ing 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 f**ing see it!