Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes I feel so dead, yet I'm so alive And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more As I peel my face off the kitchen floor ♪ And I look around me, and what do I see? One hundred bottles, laughing at me I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day Welcome to my humble life of dis-dis-disarray ♪ Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes I feel so dead, and yet I'm so alive And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more As I peel my face off of the kitchen floor And I look around me, and what do I see? One hundred bottles, laughing at me I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day Welcome to my humble life of dis-dis-disarray