No not a bit of that flowing into a haze
Take another shot of that cheap stuff
And make a face
Sunday night at one A.M. promised to be good
Monday night at four A.M. promised to be good
Lying alone in your bed
Crawling around in your head
No body heard when you said
No more never you're gonna have to say
It better say it better
Holding on the back door key
Slip out in the night hope there's something there for me
To make you feel alright
Given to the cause himself
The party's gotta stop this is how he see himself
This is what you want lying alone in your bed
Voices spin round in your head