Tekstovi: Hospital Of Death. Beer Bitches Blood. Kicked To The Kurb.

I'm Working hard on a late shift, feeling so dejected,
The nine-to-fivers have started off early, It's just as I expected,

They've all gone to town, where they party is down,
Coz I'm craving for beer and they're calling me queer,

The pressure's in on & the sweats are kickin' in,
My calls continue, my patience gettin' thin,

Yeah I'm Working hard on a late shift, sneaking out the back early,
I make detour to the liqour store, gonna get all surly,< FONT>

I'm on my Way...x4


Makin up for lost time, better down that Liquor,
Bomb a pill to my gut... but Up the nose is Quicker,

I'm dry with your Smoke but my drinking is Wetter,
A Wine is just fine but a brandy is better,

A Power rocket / fucking turbo shandy,
I don't care what you call em, just keep em handy,

CHORUS
I'm on my Way...x4

EPIC BIT.

HEY, HEY, HEY, ETC!
Now I'm Working hard on my walkin', the party has defected,
The nine-to-fives have gotta get up early, It's just as I expected,

My minds all a blur, I've been Kicked to the Kerb,
My minds all a blur, I've been Kicked to the Kerb,
My minds all a blur, I've been Kicked to the Kerb,
But do not disturb, Coz I'm feeling Superb,

Help me Jeebas Saaave me

(Thanks to heavensmetal for these lyrics)