Woke up one morning With a pounding in my head Felt like shit... ...I was more than half-way dead My throat was tight Mouth desert dry I couldn't even speak Another morning after That's the 6th so far this week
Sniff the bottle Sniff the bottle
(They left my milk and my 7-up but I want my fucking alcohol!)
Stumble to my kitchen Had to crack a brew... ...frat-boy jocks stole all my beer so what was I to do?
Strangers in my closet In my bath and on the ground Geeks and freaks crashed everywhere They came from all around Caned my Bud, Jack, Vodka...
...stole my cash Drained every single-drop From empties dumped-out in the trash
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