Well early in the morning When the sun comes up There’ll be thirty milz of juice In the bottom of my cup And I’ll be thinking about the day before Like we did last night And I’ll be reaching for the bottle With all of my strength and might I said look out boy I’m on the sick again You ain’t got no hope and you ain’t got no plan Got a hundred thousand leeches Calling themselves your friend You better be patient But this is where the story ends Well you’ve fallen in love And it’s a fucking joke There ain’t nothing to it But a smack and a poke And a pissed-up fucker Always hanging around Better look where your life’s gone Before the day goes down Well I tell my best friend On a Saturday night Bird’s a bitch She likes his friend You only get one chance And you blow it Better stop right now And you know it
