Fucked up on antibiotics and beer. There’s no place I’d rather be than here. There’s no way that these germs are keeping me home tonight. And when I wake up the next day, hungover and marker all over my face, I’ll curse everyone. But in the end I know next year I’ll be there again. Getwood City, where the girls are pretty. Where the nights are long, and the mornings shitty. Take me back to the basement now, I wanna go back to the basement now. Getwood City, where the floor is sticky. Where the pizza sucks and the promotor’s pretty damn faded now. Yeah we’re all worn out. Let's go back!
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