Beat Farmers - Lost Weekend lyrics

Well I guess I had myself some fun last night I don't remember a thing but I'm trying with all my might Well my brain's a shameful blur But one thing is for sure I found myself another lost weekend Well my hands are sore and there's lumps upside my head Some teen-age girl is sleeping in my bed And if I don't lie down quick I believe that I'll get sick Repentance for another lost weekend I wish somebody'd tell me just who and what I did Why is this ring on my finger and who's that screaming kid? My phone is ringing, I hear I put on quite a show And the more I learn the less I want to know Well I wanna dig a hole and die But I couldn't even if I tried I found myself another lost weekend I'm praying to the porcelain god down on my knees Said I'll swear off if you'll only help me please And as my guts run down the drain I sing one last refrain I'll never find another lost weekend