Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morning After Pill-12, artist - Louis Logic. Date of issue: 11.06.2002
Song language: English
Morning After Pill-12 |
| I awoke unaware in a fog of whiskey |
| Wrapped inside a coat from the hair of |
| The dog that bit me |
| I was lost and dizzy |
| And still feeling awfully pissy |
| When I noticed my alarm had missed me |
| God forgive me or at least my boss |
| With all this nausea in me I just need time off |
| In a big way, which sucks |
| Because much to my dismay |
| I just used up all my sick days |
| Oh I wish they made a quicker fix |
| To deal with the way the liquor sticks |
| When it hits your lips |
| Which isn’t a bit as quick |
| As the wise-cracks, oohs and grunts |
| Hit the lips of your homies |
| When you lose your lunch |
| Or you kiss a chick |
| Whose size of skirt and intimate undergarments |
| Indicate that she likes dessert |
| I’m sick of it |
| I only wish the guys at Merck |
| Would find a cure |
| To keep me sipping fine liqueur |
| For every time I had to drive to work late |
| Let 'em line 'em up like every night’s my birthday |
| The first taste is great |
| Twice the same |
| The third makes lightning rain and the earth shakes |
| Tonight’s a game while tomorrow is harassment |
| Say goodbye to shame |
| Sayonara embarrassment |
| It’s nice to drain a bottle with arrogance |
| And never think twice again when you wanna |
| Wallow in merriment |
| I wish they made a morning after pill |
| So I wouldn’t have to feel like such an a*shole still |
| When I swig from every booze on the shelf |
| Until I’ve had my fill to the gills and make a |
| Fool of myself |
| You wouldn’t smell like a liquor distillery |
| Relief would be as easy and quick as a pill in me |
| One dash of aspirin, a lick of senility |
| And you’d slip from the grip of humility |
| Three cheers for beer and forever |
| Steering clear of the car crash that |
| Always seems to come with your bar tab |
| Cause cognac should come with a hard hat |
| Just for when your flight nosedives and you |
| Run into tarmac |
| You gotta be a sharp tack to stick around |
| Sitting on a stool sipping stout til your lips are brown |
| First knock the Guinness out and switch to Murphey’s |
| Beer gut stuffed like we’re twisted turkeys |
| It’s a hurt piece to kick your work week |
| Off by feeling lost with a wish for mercy |
| Search me while you find a kid that’s thirsty |
| Who didn’t know his woe was prescription worthy |
| Kids from Jersey who cross the bridge and New York |
| Is boozed like abused foster kids |
| And we all could use a cure for this |
| So get in line for a better life at your doctor’s offices |
| For every time I made a scene in public |
| Let 'em line the bar with Jim Beam and club mix |
| And never mind the life of pain that |
| You might sustain should you |
| Forget to buy your miracle drug fix |
| Tonight’s a game while tomorrow is harassment |
| Say goodbye to shame |
| Sayonara embarrassment |
| It’s nice to drain a bottle with arrogance |
| And never ever think twice again when you |
| Wallow in merriment |
| I wish they made a morning after pill |
| So I wouldn’t have to feel like such an asshole still |
| When I swig from every booze on the shelf |
| Until I’ve had my fill to the gills and make a |
| Fool of myself |
| You never smell like a liquor distillery |
| Relief would be as easy and quick as a pill in me |
| One dash of aspirin, a lick of senility |
| And you’d never have to live with humility |
| Outro: |
| I wish they made a morning after pill |
| So I wouldn’t have to feel like such an asshole still |
| When I swig from every booze on the shelf |
| Until I’ve had my fill to the gills and make a |
| Fool of myself |
| You wouldn’t smell like a liquor distillery |
| Relief would be as easy and quick as a pill in me |
| One dash of aspirin, a lick of senility |
| And you’d never have to live with humility |