Battery Acid (feat. Gale Force)

Sofa surfing on the weekends
Fucked in the head but you're with your best friends
This city, it died in my eyes
And we do what we do just so we can get by
Get high, before you hit the low
And you smile so deep
It's just how it goes
A small city, big deal
When you fall at the wheel
So shout out to my best friends
Keeping it real
Keeping it real

Sofa surfing on the weekends
Fucked in the head but you're with your best friends
This city, it died in my eyes
And we do what we do just so we can get by
Get high, before you hit the low
And you smile so deep
It's just how it goes
A small city, big deal
When you fall at the wheel
So shout out to my best friends
Keeping it real
Keeping it real

I've never been homesick
A dead city, real nitties, no notice
With a mansion on the street
Buy your crack at the corner
Makes you wanna leave
Made a fool out of boredom
But now I'm new I've got the summer blues
Coz I miss all my friends and the shit that we'd do
Fifty hours a week spunk it all at a spoons
Two A.M. getting wonky with the ladies and the loo
And

One parent worried sick
While the other's just a prick
Call your friends and get your fix
Make a bed to lie in

Sofa surfing on the weekends
Fucked in the head but you're with your best friends
This city, it died in my eyes
And we do what we do just so we can get by
Get high, before you hit the low
And you smile so deep
It's just how it goes
A small city, big deal
When you fall at the wheel
So shout out to my best friends
Keeping it real
Keeping it real

I've never been homesick
And I've been waiting so long for this moment
But everyone around here's got a motive
They're only friends when you're giving promotions
And I miss having shoulders to cry on
No matter how fucked up your life got
I miss living for the evening
Seven day weekends
Waking up in time to put your work clothes on
And

With one man unemployed
Fund the night to fill a void
You know they'll return the favour
Just so no one gets annoyed

Shout out the real ones
Coz I've been drying fake tears
And catching fake smiles, since
I'm in this bright new city
Where we've been making money
Stealing someone's style, and
Shout out to the real ones
You're by my side
Dragging me through the lows
Pulling me up to the highs
Take me back to raving up in the summer time
And

Sofa surfing on the weekends
Fucked in the head but you're with your best friends
This city, it died in my eyes
And we do what we do just so we can get by
Get high, before you hit the low
And you smile so deep
It's just how it goes
A small city, big deal
When you fall at the wheel
So shout out to my best friends
Keeping it real
Keeping it real