Tonight will be the night that we begin to weeze...
Tonight was just simply horrible. Why can't I have someone new, someone different, someone I don't fight with, someone that cares. I hate the opposite sex so bad. I give up.
I said I'd walk you home after our third round
of pouring whiskey down the barrel of our guts
and I grabbed hold of your hand.
We're up and we're out and we're yelling through the streets
and I'm out of my fucking mind
and I know you're next to me but I must confess what's in my head.