I'm moving slowly 'cause I'm not feeling to good today What was I thinking before I started drinking yesterday Oh what the hell tomorrow's only Sunday Tomorrow I'll be hanging with my head over a bucket There's always a good side to the bad So I say fuck it I'll know for sure that I'm alive Thought I'll wish that I was dead I'll throw up six or seven times Before I even get out of bed I'll throw up six or seven times Before I even get out of bed But tonight I'll drown these sorrows And get Punk Fucking Drunk