Machine Gun

Well I’m up and I don’t know whyt
But I guess that’s all that countst
Looking ‘round as I’m holding my headt
And I’m in somebody’s houset
The sun it hits like a punch in the facet
With a headache I can’t ignoret
Seems almost every weekend my bed is someone’s floort
And so I can’t keep this upt
I have had enought
Eating cold pizza on the side of the curbt
To cover up my morning breath of gint
Something doesn’t seem to sit with me rightt
It’s going out the way it went int
And so I can’t keep this upt
I have had enought
‘cause you can count me outt
I’m on to yout
‘cause you can count me outt
I’m tired of leaving my embarrassments behind