Out On The Town
On A Chilly Spring Night
In A Good Mood,
Seeing Things Through Sober Eyes
We Pull Up To A Local Bar
And Walk Inside, Order A Couple Sodas
Listen To The Music Staying Away
From The Drunks As They
Stumble On By
Feeling Tension In The Air,
It’s Coming On Hard And Fast
That Bad Vibe Is In My Gut
And It Just Won’t Pass
Clubbers Spreading Out
Covering All Sides
Is It Me They Are Hunting?
As I Watch More Come
From Outside
I’m Having
A Hard Time Telling
Friend From Foe
One Things For Certain
My Gut Instinct Says
It’s Time To Go
Tonight Is Not The Night
To Watch Heads Roll
Time To Walk Out Of Here
Real Slow
I No Longer Have Time
To Play This Dangerous Game
I Survive To Ride
And Ride To Survive,
Let Me Walk Away, I Don’t Want To Fight
I Just Want To Ride
