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My wallet was stacked fat.

So I hit every bar.

Was a show on every fucking turn.

Now I can't find my car.

Hungoverit, hungoverit it with a bangover.

Gravel-mouth not a dollar to my name.

My shirt, it's wearing a Taco Bell stain.

Two packs of smokes gone and a hundred bucks.

Those rock bars leave me fucked.

Now I'm feeling like a busted sack of ass.

How can I sober up?  No food, no cash.

Now I can't remember all of the things that I said and I'm not sure that I wanna know.

I'm feeling sorry for me and all these things my bloodshot eyes can't see.

My poor hostage-held car.

Can't stand up straight.

Don't know where the hell we are.

Trying blind to find my car.

Igot eaten by the bar.

Waking face-flat on the floor,

Until I'm coming back for more.

Hungoverit, with a Bangover