
Date of issue: 22.10.2011
Song language: English
Mutant Drunk |
We were walking into ambush, didn’t know that we could die |
From overall exposure to this level of pesticide |
Now we’re mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent enough to lie |
About our relative ability to ask for a f*cking ride |
We’ve been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the greenest of Chartreuse |
We’ve been pounding down the absinthe til we’re little to no use |
To our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or brothers, just refuse |
In a dump where beings like us go to pass out before they puke |
Pass that Jack, Citron, coke, lime and rum, Jose, Jim Beam, Old Thompson |
That Absolut — Oh shit, I puked, sorry man, that wasn’t awesome |
But don’t mine me, just gonna see how far I’ll go before |
This big dick goes and throws me out the door |
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you |
At this point we’re not even playing our own songs for any of you |
We’re just rambling, making noise, and generally wasting all your time |
But for some ridiculous reason you all find it appropriate to whine |