And it's pay day today just for having a good time
It's the little things we do when we go out in the night
It's the little things we do when we go out in the night
As your hangover unfolds, well, the questions will arrive
And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers
Now there's something that is wrong, rotting my insides
I had bits of lungs, shrapnel glass, cigarettes for breakfast
It's the little things we do when we go out in the night
And it's pay day today just for having a good time
So I get up and go down the stairs, and I try to make a sandwich
Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?
As your hangover unfolds, well, the questions will arrive
And it's pay day today just for having a good time
As your hangover unfolds, well, the questions will arrive
And I break on down and cry, why do good time turn to bummers?
And I don't understand why my brain wants to die?
And it's pay day today just for having a good time
Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?
But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language
And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters
Says, "Don't eat me, I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"
Why do I feel like death just for having a good time?
It's the little things we do when we go out in the night
I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered
As your hangover unfolds, well, the questions will arrive
