I'm moving slowly
'cause i'm not feeling too good today
What was i thinking before i started
Drinking yesterday
Oh what the hell tomorrow it's only sunday
And tomorrow i will be hanging with my head
Over a bucket there's always a good side to the bad
So i said fuck it i know for sure i'm still alive
Though i wish that i was dead
I throw up six or seven times
Before i even get out bed
I throw up six or seven times
Before i even get out bed
But tonight I'll drown these sorrows
And be punk fuckin drunk
