There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do.
We own the night, we’re the fucking rake crew.
Spent the day at a shithouse job.
Tucking in my shirt, staring at the clock.
The owner’s a cunt, my boss is a cock.
But i don’t care when i’m black out drunk.
I think my liver hates my guts.
Probably because i wear it out like a slut.
There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do.
We own the night, we’re the fucking rake crew.
Got my hand to my face do you know what it’s for?
Cuz if you don’t, we’re not friends anymore.
Every single night it’s the same old thing.
Moscato and hunch punch, i fought with a sink.
I feel so fucking drunk i think i need my stomach pumped.
There’s nothing you can say nothing you can do.
We own the night we’re the fucking rake crew.
There’s nothing you can say to make us go away.
We own the night we’re the fucking rake crew.
