[Verse 1]
All my friends from high school, they all bought motorcycles
Joined up with a bike gang, supported Donald Trump
I don't think they're evil, even when they're awful
Not totally class-conscious, but ultimately good
Because they're the kind of people you'd want with you in a bar fight
Even when you caused it 'cause you talk too much shit
Or when you got a flat tire, somewhere out in Jones Creek
Here they come a racin' in some stupid jacked-up truck
[Chorus]
Take me to the beach, shootin' fireworks, feed me crawfish
Trick your cousin into buyin' beer
'Cause lately, I been strugglin', I been failin', mostly drownin'
I could use a friend to get me out of here
[Verse 2]
If we're gonna make a comeback, we're gonna need those people
Like my friends on the bottom that don't know who to fight
Remember, you're a worker—that's different than an owner
And you ain't got the dollars now to make this turn out right
No matter who you vote for, conservative or liberal
Through piles of goddamn money, your voice don't make a sound
Our strength is in our numbers; in the streets is where we show them
You force someone to listen to you when they're fuckin' scared
I can take some comfort in my writin' when it's workin'
Even if it's been a bummer year
Meet us at the bottom, where we're strugglin' in this bar fight
We could use some friends to get us out of here
[Chorus]
Take me to the beach, shootin' fireworks, feed me crawfish
Trick your cousin into buyin' beer
'Cause lately I been strugglin', I been failin', mostly drownin'
And I could use a friend to get me out of here