Handcuffed to the bar
Their buddies jerked back and forth
You watch the band finish their set
They look like sharks swimming in their swells
The feedback starts and the singer yells
"I'd rather die than give you control"
But he's already sold the whole damn thing
For a big loan
I stepped out for a light
Stepped out for a smoke
In the parking lots you're all going for a broke
You've been marinated in whiskey and gin
You say we're all friends, now it runs down your chin
Oh yes, we're all friends now
Oh yeah, we're all friends now
We're all friends now
Oh yes, we're all friends now
Oh yeah, we're all friends now
We're all friends now