Sunday morning after All the drunkness and the blood spits Bottles around my pillow An ashtray taste and a headache Like I have never had
Sunday morning after I'm afraid to open my eyes and see Who the hell sleeps by my side Coz I can't remember What the fuck a did last night
Sunday morning after One more night of butchery Hangover is happiness Compared to what I see A godamned fuckin little girl Very ugly and fat Wakeup now coz I need to buy Some cigarrettes