Sunday morning after
All the drunkness and the blood spits
Bottles around my pillow
An ashtray taste and a headache
Like i have never had
Sunday morning after
I'm afraid to open my eyes and see
Who the hell sleeps by my side
Coz i can't remember
What the f** a did last night
Sunday morning after
One more night of butchery
Hangover is happiness
Compared to what i see
A godamned f**in little girl
Very ugly and fat
Wakeup now coz i need to buy
Some cigarrettes