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