Hangover

Blink some more, go on I dare you
Leap forward, I know you want to
Take control, the King of Clubs
Pick your poison, the Prince of Pubs
Strutting around like it’s your castle
Never up for a fight, letting his boys hustle
Sitting on this throne made of plastic and foam
Picking up random girls cause he knows he’s alone
A life filled with bottles and miscellaneous pills
His mind so blurred out he is seeing stills
Pictures he only want to see, illusion
Thinking he is some God, delusion
Been smoking too many, damn too high
He has been stoned and he cannot see why
His mother has left and his dad stopped caring
His brother died and he is here plain daring
The guys to fight and the girls to beg
Been downing too much, he’s emptied the keg
But the ecstasy only last for a short time
Cannot last if he hasn’t got a single dime
Cannot keep thinking he is the duke
Needs to go home cause soon he’ll puke
Go out the door, go steal a Range Rover
Mate, wake up, you’re fucking hangover!

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