Bring it back home, to the angst-ridden street   Pessimists’ there, judging me   Urban nightmare I travel at night   I’ll get beat down too drunk to fight      When the corporation holds the key, There is no escape   Got to tell businessman , Face to fucking face   No one will protect you, gotta fend for yourself   The prey becomes the predator, now you can relate      Spent all last night drinking   What the fuck was I thinking?   One more round   I will hit the ground    Another Round