Late start tomorrow Bitches
"Druuunk and dying"
Alas, Alack, an Ass of myself
Anchor one foot to the floor
Tell the man upstairs to stop the spinning
Until tomorrow when I'm not sitting
Like a wounded bird just sitting
Wounded on the floor
Too weak to go on. Leave me behind
I'll be back tomorrow friends
I will sleep
And fight the good fight
From the comfort of that bed.