Charles Bronson - Annual Martyr to Your Social Life lyrics

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!