The blood in my throat, it run down from my nose
Now I can't get to sleep, but you know how that goes
And the good times fade out and hangovers set in
Tomorrow night, we'll start all over again
The smoke in my lungs, it sucked in from my throat
And it came back out my mouth and it stank up my coat
And we had to pull over when Zach puked in the car
But no one noticed that he puked at the bar
Well the gin in my blood, it came over my tongue
But I hardly noticed cuz my throat was still numb
We got pretty high and we got pretty laid
Call off work tomorrow, and I'll still get paid
Talked up some girls in the back playing pool
We'd love to take you home, but our car's kinda full
But that doesn't mean we have to call it a night
There's an alley out back and it's too late to fight.
Have a good time, all the time.
Have a good time, have a good fucking time.