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