every night is a friday night with a handle of gin it s okay to blackout babe if we just stay in it s not any fun going home with someone when i wake up the next day i don t remember anything that i said so i know i made some terrible mistakes hungover for two days straight you must like feeling sick your memory s a closed gallery with all the pictures titled non descript every day can feel this way in the safety of a hungover haze i don t want to die on a hospital line i m so sick of doing this all the time too drunk to function too drunk to function you re too drunk to function you re too drunk to function too drunk to function you re too drunk to function i m too drunk to function too drunk to function i m too drunk to function we re too drunk to function too drunk to function we re too drunk to function you cannot get away let me follow the roads here again burdened with my vice the vice that sank its roots of suffering at my side as early as the age of reason and that rises to the sky batters me knocks me down drags me after it the last innocence and the last shyness it has been said i will not take into my world the betrayals and what disgusts me let s move on the march the burden the desert boredom anger to whom can i sell myself too drunk to function too drunk to function too drunk to function i m too drunk to function too drunk to function i m too drunk to function you re living in your mother s house and sleeping on your father s couch you don t give them anything you re too drunk to function 