We were walking into ambush, didn't know that we could 
die 
From overall exposure to this level of pesticide
Now we're mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent 
enough to lie 
About our relative ability to ask for a fucking ride

We've been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the 
greenest of Chartreuse
We've been pounding down the absinthe til we're little 
to no use 
To our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or 
brothers, just refuse 
In a dump where beings like us go to pass out before 
they puke

Beam, Old Thompson, 
That Absolut - Oh shit, I puked, sorry man, that wasn't 
awesome
But don't mine me, just gonna see how far I'll go 
before 
This big dick goes and throws me out the door

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love 
you, I love you
At this point we're not even playing our own songs for 
any of you
We're just rambling, making noise, and generally 
wasting all your time
But for some ridiculous reason you all find it 
appropriate to whine