The Worst Morning After
i awoken from a nightmare just as it was gettin outta hand
the pope was in the kitchen and he was settin up a band
nuns on lead vocals a bishop on the bass, just as soon as they started
they all ascended up into space
now i knew im in trouble the DTs are settin in
why didnt i stay with the guinness and leave that bottle of gin
i made it too the bathroom, quite a feat if may say so
but liquidating assests like this in the mornin isnt the way to go
now im seen bill clinton and my wife run out the back
never again will you ever get me on that crack
poor old head is been jackhammered by a dozen little smurfs
but theres roaches in sunglasses and leather jackets gettin ready for a surf
my stomach is makin noises like a rusty creaky ship
feels like the bottom could go again and drown the poor smurfs in s~@t
now the joke is over im goin back to bed one more night like last nite
and ill surely wake up dead
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