| Another morning, sunbeams are boiling my head
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| I wake up to throw up my yesterday
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| Too late, I can’t get out of the bed
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| This is where I’m gonna stay
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| Oh shit, now it’s all over the place, yellow vomit keeps on flowing
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| This again, my mouth is as big as my face, upstairs calling?
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| What have I done, to deserve this, did I even have fun?
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| Last night, can’t remember a thing, guess we had a really good time
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| Yesterday, nothing was boring, today, nothing’s fine
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| Colours on the wall, see them reaching for me
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| But if I close my eyes, hear the darkness so fucking loud
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| Pressure in my head, the hammer’s working hard
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| And my stomach is rolling like an overspeeding spin dryer
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| I had it, I’ll rip my filthy body up, or what is left of it
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| No sweat, few beers from a shop and I won’t give a shit
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| What a wonderful day, I deserve this, take a few more
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| And everything’ll be great at least till tomorrow |