Verse 1<\/p>\n
Woke up this morning – I was led on the sofa
\nDidn’t know where I was – like I’d been in a coma
\nBody all twisted in a position as if I’d been studying yoga
\nAnd still fully clothed from head to toe as though I’d just won at strip poker
\nAnd it tasted like something had crawled in my mouth and died inside it
\nOr they’d taken a drill and my head was the place they decided to hide it
\nI took a sip of some water and some aspirin to try and relieve it
\nWhile I piece together all the events that had happened the previous evening
\nI met with a friend – who I’d not seen for ages
\nBut had no intention of drinking coz there’s still a week till I’m given my wages
\nI took my car so there’d be no chance of me giving into temptation
\nBut you know what it’s like it’s hard to resist – after you’ve started to taste it
\nI run to the window and look for my car to make sure that I didn’t drive home
\nThen breathe a sigh of relief but realise I did park it on yellow lines though
\nThere’s no point stressing now – it’s too late there’s no way I won’t have a ticket
\nBesides if I did pick it up in my present condition I still would be over the limit<\/p>\n
Chorus:<\/p>\n
Why do these things always seem to happen to me?
\nOne drink turned into two and then two turned into three
\nAnd then three turned into four and four always leads to more
\n\u2026Now I’m lying on the sofa and my head is feeling sore<\/p>\n
Verse 2<\/p>\n
I take a deep breath – and start coughing and wheezing
\nMy throat’s full of phlegm – and it’s stopping me breathing
\nI scrabble around on the ground in desperate need of an asthma inhaler
\nReach in my jacket and what do I find inside? A packet of backy and papers
\nI’m not a smoker and when I’m sober I hate the aroma and flavour
\nOne of those typical hypocritical people that lecture their friends on the dangers
\nBut the moment that I take a sip of the potion everything changes
\nAnd I’ll be like “Please can you give us a fag as a favour, I promise I’ll buy some more later”
\nAnd that’s when I notice – a stain on my trousers
\nAnd vaguely recall ordering takeaway food at the latest of hours
\nI’m usually picky about the food that I choose to devour
\nBut the booze overpowers my critical thoughts and I’m off to the chippy to queue at the counter
\nOrdering deep-fried food so greasy it leaks through the wrapper
\nI guess it’s true that “you are what you eat” coz yesterday night I was totally battered
\nThe voice in my head is protesting and saying get back on the diet
\nBut I tell it “be quiet” and head for the fridge coz I’ll die if I don’t have a fry up<\/p>\n
Verse 3<\/p>\n
I check if my wallet – has got any change in
\nAnd to my surprise – there’s still some remaining
\nI pat myself on the back for spending much less than I thought then
\nI find a receipt from 3 in the morning for cash I don’t even remember withdrawing
\nHow much more did I spend? – I don’t even think I wanna find out
\nI started with 10 and then took out two 20s and inside my wallet there’s 5 now
\nThat’s actually not too high an amount nowadays to pay for a night out
\nBut that’s when I look in my wallet again and see my credit card is upside down
\nI don’t even know – all the places I went to
\nThere’s stamps on my hand – from three different venues
\nI met a nice girl in one but it didn’t end how I meant to
\nCoz all I remember me saying was “Sorry love, I didn’t mean to offend you”
\nSo I left my car, smoked, used for my card for getting the rounds in
\nRuined my chance with a girl and to top it all off my head is still pounding
\nI know that I’ve said it before but I’m never drinking again
\nThen my friend texts me to say it’s his birthday tonight and we’re linking at 10<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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