Morning after (jesse)
(for genoa and pultney grove)
Last night's a night i want to forget though i can't remember a thing
I guess i passed out on the floor with spittle running down my chin
Woke up drunk stumbled down stairs swaying with each step
Stepping over sleeping people passed out who i've never met
Bottles scattered on every surface, ashtrays everywhere
Smelly boots and leather jackets thrown under broken chairs
Stale cigarette smoke lingers, it's sunk into the grime
We'll stink of last night's beer and smoke 'till the end of time
Those goddamn birds are singing, it's too early in the day
The evil neighbors glare at me they want us to move away
The yard's an apocalypse of broken glass, neighbors always complain
Only twelve'o clock in the afternoon, at least it's cloudy again
The Criminals - Morning After Lyrics
The Criminals - Morning After Lyrics
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Morning after (jesse)
(for genoa and pultney grove)
Last night's a night i want to forget though i can't remember a thing
I guess i passed out on the floor with spittle running down my chin
Woke up drunk stumbled down stairs swaying with each step
Stepping over sleeping people passed out who i've never met
Bottles scattered on every surface, ashtrays everywhere
Smelly boots and leather jackets thrown under broken chairs
Stale cigarette smoke lingers, it's sunk into the grime
We'll stink of last night's beer and smoke 'till the end of time
Those goddamn birds are singing, it's too early in the day
The evil neighbors glare at me they want us to move away
The yard's an apocalypse of broken glass, neighbors always complain
Only twelve'o clock in the afternoon, at least it's cloudy again
(for genoa and pultney grove)
Last night's a night i want to forget though i can't remember a thing
I guess i passed out on the floor with spittle running down my chin
Woke up drunk stumbled down stairs swaying with each step
Stepping over sleeping people passed out who i've never met
Bottles scattered on every surface, ashtrays everywhere
Smelly boots and leather jackets thrown under broken chairs
Stale cigarette smoke lingers, it's sunk into the grime
We'll stink of last night's beer and smoke 'till the end of time
Those goddamn birds are singing, it's too early in the day
The evil neighbors glare at me they want us to move away
The yard's an apocalypse of broken glass, neighbors always complain
Only twelve'o clock in the afternoon, at least it's cloudy again
Writer: John Gerard Dewar, Nick Hale
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.