Текст песни Down In One - Dumpster Motel

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Wake up Sunday noon, my mind is thick Empty bottles, war zones and a bad dream An air of no good deeds surrounds me Light burns, look around, this ain't my bed Last thing I recall was a pretty girl And a bottle or two of a cheap rum But this as sure as hell ain't her room Unless two rats is a good company Hair of the dog for breakfast A champion's start to the afternoon Suits are on their way all working While I stumble back home for my bed Making all them same old promises Praying to any god for salvation But they as sure as hell don't give a shit About another godforsaken fucking wreckhead Last night I checked myself Into the dumpster motel Ain't gonna lie This ain't my classiest moment I'm flying but it's more like falling I'm grinning but it's more of a grimace I'm fucked but I'll keep on drinking I'm flying but it's more like falling

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