Fast Times At Calumet High

Friday nights with the lights down low we roll down the windows and turn up the radio cause it's all we know. We take shots of Jameson and talk about what could have been back when we were young, back when we were to fucked up to just drive away from this fucked up place that got the best of me. We're just fighting to break free so we'll stay awake till we find some room to breathe

Friday nights with the lights down we roll down the windows, crank up the stereo and just let it go. All out of Jameson, drink about what could have been back when we were young, back when we were too fucked up to just drive away from this fucked up place that got the best of me. We're just fighting to break free so we'll stay awake till we find some room to roll down the windows and go, turn up the radio

My only home are the songs that we know. They keep me calm when I'm broke. (Roll down the windows, turn up the radio)