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It's another Friday night: where do you wanna go?
You're looking at me like you think that I should know
It's just the status quo, it's just the style
Supported by a strong arm and the weakest of denials
You question my decision as you stare through bloodshot eyes
Doesn't it seem funny you ain't gotta justify?
You play the assumption, drunken weekend warrior
You tell me it's your free will, but we'll never know for sure
But it's normal
It's the way
And it's pounded in every day
It's normal
It's the way
And it's pounded in every day
If this is an issue that is drawn in black and white
Why do they spend millions telling us that it's alright?
If it wasn't poison then they wouldn't need the drill
Or the secrets and the lies about the shit that they sell
But it's normal
It's the way
And it's pounded in every day
It's normal
It's the way
And it's pounded in every day
I take it in and I question all the facts
Nation, God, and alcohol are three that got the axe
My sobriety puts me out of place
But I'll take your questions, put it right back in your face,
And ask you why--
Can you tell me why?
Can you show me why?
No.
I'm still waiting for a plausible denial
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