I'm moving slowly 'cause I'm not feeling to good today. What was I thinking before I started drinking yesterday. Oh what the hell tomorrow's only Sunday & tomorrow I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket. But there's always a good side to the bad so I said fuck it I'll know for sure that I'm alive thought I'll wish that I was dead. I'll throw up six or seven times before I even get out of bed. I'll throw up six or seven times before I even get out of bed. But tonight I'll drown these sorrows and get Punk Fucking Drunk.