Zutons - It's the Little Things We Do lyrics

Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye Because last night it felt like the best night of my life Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides And I don't understand why my brain wants to die I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters I had bits of lungs shrapnel gla** and cigarettes for breakfast And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers It's the little things we do when you go out in the night And it's pay day today just for having a good time As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive Why do I feel like d**h just for having a good time So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach" And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers