Woke up one morning
With a pounding in my head
Felt like shit…
… I was more than half-way dead
My throat was tight
Mouth desert dry
I couldn't even speak
Another morning after
That's the 6th so far this week

Sniff the bottle
Sniff the bottle

(They left my milk and my 7-up but
I want my fucking alcohol! )

Stumble to my kitchen
Had to crack a brew…
… frat-boy jocks stole all my beer
So what was I to do?

Strangers in my closet
In my bath and on the ground
Geeks and freaks crashed everywhere
They came from all around
Caned my Bud, Jack, Vodka…
… stole my cash
Drained every single-drop
From empties dumped-out in the trash

Sniff the bottle
Sniff the bottle