Amphetameanies Washed Away
My hands are shaking
My hands are making it plain
That I’ve been far from dry
Washed away for the last three days
Hit the town on Friday night
I think you left but I think I stayed
The phone is ringing
The phone is singing the same old song
I can sing along
Pure disgrace in a public place
Knew your name on Friday night
I think you left and I know I stayed
The bar is open
But if you’re hoping that I’ll desist
and not come home pissed
You’ve put your faith in a hopeless case
Took you out on Friday night
But then you left and I lost the place
woh-ah oh
woh-ah oh-oh-oh
