These Times (The Explosion)

Back on the street Another Friday night Wasted away again Saturday morning, Saturday night It's all the fucking same Sunday comes and it comes And I can't cope 'cause I know what's to come Call it a waste of time for me But I don't need to be judged I won't be caught looking back 'Cause these times aren't over yet I'll be livin' for the moment With no regrets In your face is where we'll be Don't try to cross the line 'Cause you can't fuck with me We don't give a fuck