I'm moving slowly
'cause I'm not feeling to good today
What was I thinking
before I started drinking yesterday
Oh what the hell tomorrow's only Sunday
Tomorrow I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket
There's always a good side to the bad
So I say fuck it
I'll know for sure that I'm alive
Thought I'll wish that I was dead
I'll throw up six or seven times
Before I even get out of bed
I'll throw up six or seven times
Before I even get out of bed
But tonight
I'll drown these sorrows
And get Punk Fucking Drunk