In our burnt out dirty cities
Here in the Midwest
We can't wait to get away from the factory gate
Get back to a place
Where we feel alive
Where we learned to drink when drinking was still a crime
Friday night Saturday night
Out with the crew and we're feeling alright
And Monday morning seems so far away
Tonight tonight I wanna go
To a place where the beers are always cold
With whiskey to warm my soul and faces that I know
And another night of street punk rock n' roll
Seen good times seen the bad
Been to hell and back again
Still we are the one who carry on
When you're working every day
Just working to survive
You need a way to ease your troubled mind
So when the weekend comes around again
We lace up our boots and we're back in
And we head out to our favorite dirty dives
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In our burnt out dirty cities
Here in the Midwest
We can't wait to get away from the factory gate
Get back to a place
Where we feel alive
Where we learned to drink when drinking was still a crime
Friday night Saturday night
Out with the crew and we're feeling alright
And Monday morning seems so far away
Tonight tonight I wanna go
To a place where the beers are always cold
With whiskey to warm my soul and faces that I know
And another night of street punk rock n' roll
Seen good times seen the bad
Been to hell and back again
Still we are the one who carry on
When you're working every day
Just working to survive
You need a way to ease your troubled mind
So when the weekend comes around again
We lace up our boots and we're back in
And we head out to our favorite dirty dives
Here in the Midwest
We can't wait to get away from the factory gate
Get back to a place
Where we feel alive
Where we learned to drink when drinking was still a crime
Friday night Saturday night
Out with the crew and we're feeling alright
And Monday morning seems so far away
Tonight tonight I wanna go
To a place where the beers are always cold
With whiskey to warm my soul and faces that I know
And another night of street punk rock n' roll
Seen good times seen the bad
Been to hell and back again
Still we are the one who carry on
When you're working every day
Just working to survive
You need a way to ease your troubled mind
So when the weekend comes around again
We lace up our boots and we're back in
And we head out to our favorite dirty dives
Writer: Samuel Potts
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