Lyrics:

going out on friday night drinking with your good friends work for the man do the best you can to make it to the weekend everybody's coming out we're gonna have a good time just forget all the bullshit and everything will be fine get to the show things start to go and everybody's swaying drinks in the air and we don't care cause the band just starting playing guy walks by with the look in his eye and we know what he's doing he's just out to find about the faces he can ruin fight fight fight and you think its right cause your always fuckin' wasted you're gonna go to the punk rock show to rearrange some faces fight fight fight and you think its right testosterone abuser your gonna go to the punk rock show but your just a fuckin' loser don't look now i heard a pow and there's a girl a crying you let the one fly and hit her in the eye and on the floor she's lying your bros all thought you were pretty cool when they saw you deck her I thought you knew what steroids do to your drunken little pecker