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*cking bouncers will be checking harder for fake I.D.'s

Nobody wants to claim the responsibility
and the bars don't give a f*ck, as long as business is booming

So how the f*ck should I feel when my friends are
out doing the same thing
You f*cking 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*cking see it!