Song Description

A quirky post-party britpop tune.

Lyrics

It's a crazy way to start the day, without a prayer,
Just blood red eyes and vacant sighs that match your stare,
And as you gasp, a monkey's ass escapes from deep inside.
You pull the blinds and realise the day's gone by,
Your boss had said your card was red with one more lie,
As you scrape your hair, your trousers tear,
You wish that you could die.

A thousand bottles decorate the floor,
They hold nothing but the memories of the night before,
And when you open up the windows,
You're knocked flat out by the fresh air.

Party time makes you feel fine until it is over,
In the morning you'll be nursing the wounds of a deep hangover.
Nothing on earth beats this feeling,
The hours won't run, they'll be creeping,
You'll wearily search for a healing,
And you'll never drink again........
Well, at least while you're hanging over.

The day drags on, you carry on your slow descent,
You tried the door but found the floor a better friend,
As a sour taste enwraps your face, your body cries out, "no more!"
You down a glass of water and your face turns green,
Your stomach churns, your night returns for all to see,
The drink you got was a double shot of gin
So you revisit the floor.

Another day has passed by in this way,
another day will follow, who can really say,
I'm not telling you not to drink,
Just remember what you'll be like if you do.

Party time makes you feel fine until it is over,
In the morning you'll be nursing the wounds of a deep hangover.
Nothing on earth beats this feeling,
The hours won't run, they'll be creeping,
You'll wearily search for a healing,
And you'll never drink again........
Well, at least while you're hanging over.

Party time makes you feel fine until it is over,
In the morning you'll be nursing the wounds of a deep hangover.
Nothing on earth beats this feeling,
The hours won't run, they'll be creeping,
You'll wearily search for a healing,
And you'll never drink again........
Well, at least while you're hanging over.