Direct Hit! Mutant Drunk
We were walking into ambush, didn't know that we could
die
From overall exposure to this level of pesticide
Now we're mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent
enough to lie
About our relative ability to ask for a f..cking ride
We've been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the
greenest of Chartreuse
We've been pounding down the absinthe til we're little
to no use
To our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or
brothers, just refuse
In a dump where beings like us go to pass out before
they puke
Pass that Jack, Citron, coke, lime and rum, Jose, Jim
Beam, Old Thompson,
That Absolut - Oh shit, I puked, sorry man, that wasn't
awesome
But don't mine me, just gonna see how far I'll go
before
This big dick goes and throws me out the door
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love
you, I love you
At this point we're not even playing our own songs for
any of you
We're just rambling, making noise, and generally
wasting all your time
But for some ridiculous reason you all find it
appropriate to whine
