tonight is a night

of celebration and worship

as we raise our glass

to the lucky ones

the ones six feet under

they never stopped

drinking the poison

that we abused so much

the night is long

but the fall isn't

the sky is endless

but the parking lot isn't

detroit, oh detroit

tell me where she is now

tell me before it's too late

to be one of the lucky ones

here in the city of white

in the city of detroit

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