Tropic Waste - Tropic Waste

Hangover Song

Crack the back door, grab the gifts
Shit packs a punch and I take the hit
Watch my brain turn into smoke, oh no
Feels like I haven't slept a wink
So I break bread and fix a drink
Stare at the sun and start to roast

I'm waking up, waking up, waking up, waking up
I'm waking up, waking up to my own funeral
Waking up, waking up, waking up, waking up
I'm waking up, waking up to my own funeral

Outta my mind down by the beach
Good contraband and better company
Crackin' up hard we're on a roll (Whoa-oh)
Lose the light so we light one up
It's not paradise but it's close enough
Can't drive but got nowhere to go

I'm waking up, waking up, waking up, waking up
I'm waking up, waking up to my own funeral
Waking up, waking up, waking up, waking up
I'm waking up, waking up to my own funeral
I'm waking up

He was a good man
He was great for the alcohol industry
And now that he's died of a hangover
He's great for the casket instrustry
So... amen

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Writer(s): Edward Skudder
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