Lyric Machine Gun

Well I m up and I don t know why,
But I guess that s all that counts.
Looking round as I m holding my head,
and I m in somebody s house.

The sun it hits me like a punch in the face
with a headache I can t ignore.
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone s floor.

I can t keep this up.
I have had enough.

Eating cold pizza on the side of the curb
to cover up my morning breath of gin.
Something doesn t seem to sit with me right
it going out the way it went in.
I can t keep this up.
I have had enough.

You can count me out, I m on to you.
You can count me out, I m tired of
Leaving my embarrassments behind.