True Story - Beyond All Recognition

Bleeding fingers and broken bones

Drunk as hell, in the streets we groan

Let me tell you about the place

It’s a place with memories

Now listen

This is where it happens

This is where we want to be

This is where we party

This is where you stand with me

This is our place

This is our sanctum

This is our fight

This is our night

Fucked up livers but still alright

Suffocating, we puked all night

Liquors out, sadly we cry

The smokes are out

We are ready to fly

This is where it happens

This is where we want to be

This is where we party

This is where you stand with me

This is our place

This is our sanctum

This is our fight

This is our night