Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Good Looks
Performer
Jake Ames
Performer
Tyler Jordan
Performer
Anastasia Wright
Performer
Phillip Dunne
Performer
Paige Renee Berry
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Ames
Songwriter
Tyler Jordan
Songwriter
Anastasia Wright
Songwriter
Phillip Dunne
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
Written by: Anastasia Wright, Jacob Ames, Jake Ames, Phillip Dunne, Tyler Jordan