Go to Hell
I don't wanna remember tonight when I wake up tomorrow
I'm tired of walking these lonely streets of heartache and sorrow
They say luck is for losers and
Winners don't complain
So don't be standing on the tracks
'Cause I'm too drunk to stop this train
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
I hope I catch you in the street when I'm at the wheel
There's no way our love was as strong as the hate I feel
They say, everything ends badly
Or else it never ends
So when I get through with your sister
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
She tried to sell me some crap about freedom
A woman who knows what she's looking for
So I hacked into her Facebook
And changed her status to "I'm a whore"
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
Well, I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
I'm tired of walking these lonely streets of heartache and sorrow
They say luck is for losers and
Winners don't complain
So don't be standing on the tracks
'Cause I'm too drunk to stop this train
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
I hope I catch you in the street when I'm at the wheel
There's no way our love was as strong as the hate I feel
They say, everything ends badly
Or else it never ends
So when I get through with your sister
I'm gonna sleep with all your friends
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
She tried to sell me some crap about freedom
A woman who knows what she's looking for
So I hacked into her Facebook
And changed her status to "I'm a whore"
Don't you know it's three in the morning and I can barely raise my glass?
There's a highlight memory of telling my ex to kiss my ass
When I wake up in the morning
Well, I'm sure I'll be in jail
And I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
Well, I'll be using my one phone call to remind you to go to hell
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Writer(s): Casey Donahew
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