Passed Out Drunk
And I passed out drunk in the living room floor
And the good times have now all been gotten
And the old ways are now all forgotten
So let's drink to our woes and our sorrows
And the unyielding dawn of tomorrow
And my close friends they all still surround me
And lost loves they all still adore me
So let's cheers to our woes and our sorrows
And the unyielding dawn of tomorrow
And I passed out drunk in the living room floor
I say Mama, dear Mama can't take it much more
That booze my sweet nectar rots me to the core
At St. Peter's gate, he'll yell from his door
You passed out drunk on the living room floor!
And last night my best friend was whiskey
And boy did my best friend did hit me
And we got some bruises and brushes
Cause we went swimmin' in the bushes
And Everclear don't care about your garden
But the cool dirt's a good place of pardon
From praying to porcelain in throne rooms
And sleeping on tile floors of bathrooms
And I passed out drunk on the living room floor
I say Mama, dear Mama can't take it much more
That booze my sweet nectar rots me to the core
At St. Peter's gate, he'll yell from his door
You passed out drunk on the living room floor
You passed out drunk and you can't drank no more
You passed out drunk on the living room floooor
And the good times have now all been gotten
And the old ways are now all forgotten
So let's drink to our woes and our sorrows
And the unyielding dawn of tomorrow
And my close friends they all still surround me
And lost loves they all still adore me
So let's cheers to our woes and our sorrows
And the unyielding dawn of tomorrow
And I passed out drunk in the living room floor
I say Mama, dear Mama can't take it much more
That booze my sweet nectar rots me to the core
At St. Peter's gate, he'll yell from his door
You passed out drunk on the living room floor!
And last night my best friend was whiskey
And boy did my best friend did hit me
And we got some bruises and brushes
Cause we went swimmin' in the bushes
And Everclear don't care about your garden
But the cool dirt's a good place of pardon
From praying to porcelain in throne rooms
And sleeping on tile floors of bathrooms
And I passed out drunk on the living room floor
I say Mama, dear Mama can't take it much more
That booze my sweet nectar rots me to the core
At St. Peter's gate, he'll yell from his door
You passed out drunk on the living room floor
You passed out drunk and you can't drank no more
You passed out drunk on the living room floooor
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Writer(s): Zane Ruttenberg
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