| Sweet Eurotrash you look wonderful tonight
|
| With your smudged eyeliner underneath the bathroom lights
|
| This night could go on forever or just end up in a fight
|
| You know that we’re the ones that never get it right
|
| Well I woke up this morning to a pounding at the door
|
| You know hell has no fury like a hotel maid scorned
|
| You can try to put it off but you’ve been here before
|
| And there’s half a beer left, it’s looking comfortably warm
|
| Two-minute showers are getting me through
|
| And I’m counting the days and hours until I get home to you
|
| You know those voices in your head are wrong
|
| Reception called, they want you gone
|
| Lost your keys, can’t find your phone
|
| That wasn’t coke it was mephedrone
|
| These multivitamins won’t wash away the sins
|
| But at least it feels like you’re trying
|
| And I’ve been putting bets
|
| But it feels like this horse is dying
|
| Spending hours just laying here in bed
|
| With the echoes of the night before still ringing in my head
|
| You know those voices in your head are wrong
|
| Reception called, they want you gone
|
| Lost your keys, can’t find your phone
|
| That wasn’t coke
|
| Sweet Eurotrash you look wonderful tonight
|
| With your smudged eyeliner underneath the bathroom lights
|
| This night could go on forever or just end up in a fight
|
| You know that we’re the ones that never get it right
|
| You know those voices in your head are wrong
|
| Reception called, they want you gone
|
| Lost your mind, can’t find your phone
|
| That wasn’t coke, it was mephedrone
|
| Those voices in your head are wrong, voices in your head are wrong
|
| Those voices in your head are wrong, voices in your head are wrong |