I woke up with my shoes on in bed And a stank in my breath, and a voice in my head I get my usual fix with checker with John Like donner with Don, the hair of the dog To the couch To the bodgea To a house To somewhere other than my thoughts To the couch To the bodgea To a house To somewhere other than my thoughts Now it's not even noon I'm pouring something in my OJ It got me feeling just a little more ok Think I'm tipsy cause I walked into a door And the slope is getting slippery Cause my drink is on the floor To the bar To the bodega Throw it back Now aren't you feeling so much better To the bar To the bodega Throw it back Now aren't you feeling so much better Aren't you feeling so much better Feeling so much better So much fun when there's nothing else to do Diving in the deep end of an empty pool So much fun when you're hitting on your walls If you wanna feel it you know who to call If you wanna feel it you know who to call If you wanna feel it you know who to call Teleported to a lawn chair Sliding [?] slow-mo I'm on the edge of a cliff hanging on by a thread to the edge of tomorrow Trying to piece it together My POV's gone horizontal I feel like it's time to go home But I cannot see shit by the end of the bottle To the bar To the bodega Throw it back Now aren't you feeling so much better To the bar To the bodega Throw it back Now aren't you feeling so much better So much fun when there's nothing else to do Diving in the deep end of an empty pool So much fun when you're hitting on your walls If you wanna feel it you know who to call So much fun when there's nothing else to do Diving in the deep end of an empty pool So much fun when you're hitting on your walls If you wanna feel it you know who to call