Lyrics

Sunday night, out in the city

Liqoured up, something pretty

Music playing, Scritti Politti

No thoughts, nothing smart, nothing witty

Everybody gone, not a care in the world

Talking whatever to a random girl

Just waiting to see how the night unfurls

Trying to get caught up in the whirlwind

 

I just wanna get real drunk

Smoke a bunch of cigarettes (4x)

 

I rose early, worked all day

Just a little ???, nothing much to say

Posted up at the bar on the way

Trying to learn from Groundhog Day

Brain running around in circles

Not a lot of eyes, but the girl’s ???

It’s so good, the juice is working

All accomplished they go for certain

All accomplished they go for certain

 

I just wanna get real drunk

Smoke a bunch of cigarettes (4x)

 

I’m feeling like a young Bill Murray

Get a lot of feeling of hurry

Buzz going kinda sturdy

Reminiscing on yesterday

There’s no such thing as tomorrow

I’ll beg, steel and borrow

There’s no such thing as tomorrow

I’ll beg, steel and borrow

 

I just wanna get real drunk

Smoke a bunch of cigarettes (4x)

2 reacties

  1. Roméo Labban

    Music playing, ???? —> de ???? = Scritty polity

    All the ??? they go for certain —-> accomplished goals

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