Mutant Drunk - Direct Hit

We were walking into ambush, didn’t know that we could die

From overall exposure to this level of pesticide

Now we’re mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent enough to lie

About our relative ability to ask for a f*cking ride

We’ve been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the greenest of Chartreuse

We’ve been pounding down the absinthe til we’re little to no use

To our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or brothers, just refuse

In a dump where beings like us go to pass out before they puke

Pass that Jack, Citron, coke, lime and rum, Jose, Jim Beam, Old Thompson

That Absolut — Oh shit, I puked, sorry man, that wasn’t awesome

But don’t mine me, just gonna see how far I’ll go before

This big dick goes and throws me out the door

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

At this point we’re not even playing our own songs for any of you

We’re just rambling, making noise, and generally wasting all your time

But for some ridiculous reason you all find it appropriate to whine