Vārdi: Say Anything. In Defense Of The Genre. Hangover Song.

I mean nothing,
Only nothing.
There's nothing I can do about that.
I've accepted my place in the back.
This is not the place or time to snap.

I awaken, to the bacon, she's preparing for me in the pen,
But I'm spinning, my head cannot stand, effects from when the night began.

And I screw my life out evermore,
as I puke my lungs out on the floor,
and I fuck my life up evermore,
as I shit my heart out on the floor.

YEAH!