Dead Night - Sunday At Eleven



Im falling out your room

and Im looking like a wreck

her bloody-red blured lipstick

all over my wet neck

had an eight-hour-blackout

looks like I got in a fight

doesnt matter cause

it must have been a

damn good night



oh my morals

crawlin on the floor

on fire, on the scene

its all too late



my buddy says she dumped me

caus I was puckin

on her skirt

my fuckin new tuxedo

still layin in the dirt

my sister got so pissed

cause her guinney-pig got fried

doesnt matter cause

it must have been a

damn good night



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