Red City Radio Pretend Kings
I was kinda hoping your tattoos
at least meant something to you
and every time that you find a bruise
will you think of what you've got to lose
and every time that you hear my voice
you say I give you the blues
well unfortunately there's times in life
baby, where you've gotta choose
I'm sure you know of the danger
in going home with a stranger
I was kinda hoping what I thought
at least meant something to you
'cause when you don't have me at all
baby, what are you gonna do?
I don't think that you can hold
the weight of the world by yourself
you let it crush you
before you shared it with someone else
How loud do you think we all can get
I don't need a friend
I need somebody who doesn't give a shit
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted, we can f..cked
If I came to the bar, would you stay or would leave
Do you think that you could share the air
or would you rather not breathe
because everybody knows
where you'll be when the tavern close
Is this the life that you chose
dodging through while you strike a pose
How loud do you think we all can get
I don't need a friend
I need somebody who doesn't give a shit
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted (Together we sing)
We can get wasted (and pretend that we're kings)
We can get wasted (and not feel anything)
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted, we can wasted
We can get wasted (I know it won't be long)
We can get wasted (before we find where we belong)
We can get wasted (I'm going down if I'm alone)
We can get wasted (And we can get...)
We can get wasted
