I Have Been Drunk Now For Over

Pickup's Washed And You Just Got Paid, With Any Luck At All You Might Even Get Laid.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

I Was Hungry And Went Out For A Bite, Ran Into A Chum With A Bottle Of Rum And We Wound Up Drinking All Night.

Where's The Church, Who Took The Steeple, Religion's In The Hands Of Some Crazy Ass People, Television Preachers With Bad Hair And Dimples, The God's Honest Truth Is, It's Not That Simple

There's A Strange Sense Of Pleasure Being Beat To Hell By A Storm When You're On A Ship That Is Not Going To Sink.