Woke up one morning
With a pounding in my head

Felt like %#@!...
... I was more than half-way dead
My throat was tight

Mouth desert dry
I couldn't even speak
Another morning after

That's the 6th so far this week

Sniff the bottle

Sniff the bottle

(They left my milk and my 7-up but

I want my $#&@ing alcohol! )

Stumble to my kitchen

Had to crack a brew...
... frat-boy jocks stole all my beer
So what was I to do?


Strangers in my closet
In my bath and on the ground

Geeks and freaks crashed everywhere
They came from all around
Caned my Bud, Jack, Vodka...

... stole my cash
Drained every single-drop
From empties dumped-out in the trash


Sniff the bottle
Sniff the bottle