A chance arises for a night out? I take it
Even hanging out with workmates is a chance to get wasted
So the random chatter flows, along with the booze
Getting more and more inebriated, getting with the mood
Until the alcohol removes my brain's inhibitions
I apparently get handsy when I'm drunk with certain women
Though this is still shit that I cannot recall
Fast forward a year and see if I repeat it all
Instead of getting handsy they start getting bipolar
Focussing on one chick and my desires to approach her
I still kinda remember her ass in those jeans
I won't go into detail, but you know what I mean
Half of me says go, the other half says no
I know she's already taken so fuck it, as long as she doesn't know
I learned my lesson, I'll just get drunk in my home
And impersonate Emma Frost on a PoP!-Cast show
Hook:
Heading off to war with a bottle in hand
Taking alcoholic flights with nowhere to land
Drinking so much we don't know which way is down
And getting so wasted we're a pain to be around
Setting our minds free from life's grinder
But next morning's hangover is a painful reminder
Staring bleary-eyed as we let wounds heal
New scars gained from facing the liquid battlefield
Some of my drunken antics are pretty much porn
Or staring up all night, drinking 'til dawn
Creating the 50ft Drinking Game with Mike G Bell
And at C2E2 I'm gonna booze with Goatt as well
Yelling at Eragon for his stupid smile
Oh, I haven't made custom drinks for a while
I'll mix all these things, it looks kinda awful
If my liver doesn't explode I'll call it an immortal
Time to limit myself to getting wasted once a year
And I need to check if Travis ever bought that beer
I bought him at the same time as I got the new 52
But now it's time for this lad to pull up a pew
Sit back, relax and get away from the mic
Enjoying a nice cup of tea and a pipe
The pipe's not for smoking, it's to make me look distinguished
By the way, I'll never rap drunk as I'll butcher my English
Hook:
Heading off to war with a bottle in hand
Taking alcoholic flights with nowhere to land
Drinking so much we don't know which way is down
And getting so wasted we're a pain to be around
Setting our minds free from life's grinder
But next morning's hangover is a painful reminder
Staring bleary-eyed as we let wounds heal
New scars gained from facing the liquid battlefield
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
A revved-up reinterpretation of traditional Portuguese music, exploring various folkways through the lenses of jazz, pop, and electronic. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2024