Ned Storm - Out tonight

I'm with the boys
We're out tonight
We ain't packin'
Ain't lookin' for a fight

Lookin' for a good time
And a couple of drinks
Before I catch my
Forty winks

Just a blue-collar workforce
Trying to relax
Spending some of
What we get after tax

Ain't no Friday night heroes
Ain't playing tough
Cos life itself
Is tough enough

Out tonight
Out tonight

Straight edgers
Wanna see me hang
Gotta drive around that block
I ain't the member of the gang

The Klan's leaving pamphlets
In front of my door
I'm serving life
And don't even know what I'm in for

AIDS and Herpes
Are cruising the beat
Do I even have a reason
To be out in the street

I better go home
And take a freaking nap
Before the telemarketer
Wakes me up

Ooh, what a shame

We retreated to the safety
Of a titty bar
In case I get drunk
My place ain't too far

I spilled my drink
Hey man, sorry for the mess
And this brother's yelling at me
Cause he's feeling oppressed

I kept quiet
Didn't wanna go to prison
And the bouncer threw me out
Without a reason

Out tonight
Out tonight
Well, ain't that a crying shame now

Monday, brisky morning,
I've seen the big boss in the flesh
He says he's moving the factory
To Bangladesh

Well, that's too far away
From the place where I live
So here's the last paycheck
That I'll receive

Nah, Mr. Boss man, say no more
I only got what I voted for

Now, not everything is lost, boys
The future's looking bright
We're out tonight
And, heck, every nigh

Coming home after a seven-day binge
The landlord heard that squeaky hinge
He rushed upstairs yelling
The rent's way over due
And mister
I think I'm through with you

You're out tonight
Story of my life
I'm standing here
In front of the straight edger's knife

Now, I've got AIDS
And I'm flat broke
He doesn't have to cut me
I'm about to have a stroke

Ooooh, yeah
Swing shift rules

Written by:
NED STORM

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