Dead Night (Viewed 383 times)

Lyrics / Letter S / Sunday At Eleven Songs

I’m falling out your room
and I’m 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
doesn’t matter cause
it must have been a
damn good night

oh my morals
crawlin’ on the floor
on fire, on the scene
it’s 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
doesn’t matter cause
it must have been a
damn good night

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