Bummer Year

All my friends from highschool, 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

'Cause they're the kind of people you want with you in a bar fight

Even when you caused it 'cause you talk to 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

Take me to the beach, shooting fireworks, feed me crawfish

Trick your cousin into buying beer

Lately I been struggling, I been failing, mostly drowning

I could use a friend to get me out of here

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 god damn 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 fucking scared

I can take some comfort, in my writing, when it's working

Even if it's been a bummer year

Meet us at the bottom, where we're struggling in this bar fight

We could use some friends to get us out of here

Take me to the beach, shooting fireworks, feed me crawfish

Trick your cousin into buying beer

Lately I been struggling, I been failing, mostly drowning

I could use a friend to get me out of here