Sunday morning after... All the drunkness and the blood spits Bottles around my pillow An ashtray taste and a headache Like I never had Sunday morning after I'm afraid to open my eyes to see Who the hell sleeps by my side 'Cos I can't remember What the fuck a did last night Sunday morning after One more night of butchery Hangover is happiness When compared to what I see Some goddamned fuckin' little girl Very ugly and fat Wake up now 'Cos I need to buy some cigarrettes Sunday morning after One more night of butchery Hangover is happiness When compared to what I see Some goddamned fuckin' little girl Very ugly and fat Wake up now 'Cos I need to buy some cigarrettes