i'm moving slowly

'cause i'm not feeling too good today 

what was i thinking before i started

drinking yesterday 

oh what the hell tomorrow it's only sunday 



and tomorrow i will be hanging with my head 

over a bucket there's always a good side to the bad 

so i said fuck it i know for sure i'm still alive

though i wish that i was dead



i throw up six or seven times 

before i even get out bed

i throw up six or seven times 

before i even get out bed 



but tonight ill drown these sorrows

and be punk fuckin drunk