FINAL FIGHT LYRICS

"Rage"

Friday night! this is the party night
Such the perfect night to stay separated from our minds
Ten yards away is the drunken clamor of pacified suburbanites
(fives slapping, beers clanking, senses numbing)
Josh is above the disconnect and privilege that plague our times

Raise your flag to the wolves

A fire in celebration to him, and in rage
For all the people swallowed whole and ignored
Tagged scary by precious daddy's girls
Left in fields to crack in the sun

Like a wolf of neglect, seek comfort within your den

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