I cannot face communion,
I have to go away,
The food in my intestine,
Does not want to stay.
Maybe it was the mulled wine,
Gone off since the fourth,
I have to get up and leave,
Shit this is awkward.
Hungover at mass.
Hungover on a Sunday.
Hungover at mass.
I made it through the river,
Of old people's knees,
Now half the church is looking,
Directly at me,
Standing by the altar,
I think they think I know,
That I want to do a reading,
But I just want to go.
Hungover at mass.
My body's in a bad way.
Hungover at mass.
I can feel the Devil in me.
O a fear has gripped me,
I feel everyone's eyes,
Even the baby Jesus
Statue comes alive,
I'm nearly fucking sprinting,
How long's this fucking church.
Does God want me embarrassed?
Does Jesus have me cursed?
All the lads from last night
Will think I can't hold beer.
I'd rather be seen legless,
Than seen throwing up here.
Hungover at mass.
Trying to get the head straight.
Hungover at mass.
Maybe I drank the devil,
Maybe the devil got in me
Maybe I drank the devil,
Maybe the devil got in me
Maybe the devil got in me
Last Night.