Under the Table

Four days have passed since we've eaten the last
Piece of food we had in the flat
And ever since then it's been one week-long bender
And there's no obvious downside to that
And I've called in sick every day of this week
And I think my boss hasn't a clue
But he's known for ages I spend all my wages
On ecstasy, cocaine and booze
Guess that's another job I'll lose

So drink 'til you're under the table
Smoke 'til your lungs are on fire
Numb all the pain with some more of the same
And pray next time you'll get even higher

Everyone's leaving the party this evening
With stories they'll never forget
Of killer joint passes, and tripping out glasses
And things they might later regret
And when everyone's gone, we're still carrying on
'Cause I hid some of mine from the rest
'Cause my friends become vultures, that's just cocaine culture
Makes selfish men out of the best
And I'm no different from the rest

So drink 'til you're under the table
Smoke 'til your lungs are on fire
Numb all the pain with some more of the same
And pray next time you'll get even higher

Are we getting too old for this now?
Shouldn't we age with more grace?
I know what your answer will be
It's written all over that gurn on your face

So drink 'til you're under the table
Smoke 'til your lungs are on fire
Numb all the pain with some more of the same
And pray next time you'll get even higher
Woah, drink 'til you're under the table
Smoke 'til your lungs are on fire
Numb all the pain with some more of the same
And pray next time you'll get even higher