A dollar saved, is a dollar that's earned
We all note that expression and the lessons never learned
Caught up in the moment and our forsight is deficite
Forget the money when we're drinking and next morning we've got less of it
But now I'm trying to trying to tyring to trying to trying to figure out where my money went
Trying to trying to trying to trying to trying figure out to who it was lent
Trying to trying to trying to trying to trying to figure out on what it was spent
But then the headache kicks in and we start to repent
Remembering the bills we gotta pay and what that money meant
But there's no use in moaning we will do it again
Buying ten dollar shots for all of our friends
Put your weight on your feet and your glasses in the air
Put your bottoms up and we will drown all our cares
And we'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here
We'll worry about tomorrow when it comes, when it comes
This bars a battlefield and now may wallets losing the war to my liver
This bar is a battlefield and now my brains losing the war to the organ I want to give her
Sometimes I'm having problems telling if the bottle's half empty or half full
But I'm going to remove all remaining doubt with one final pull
But now I'm trying to trying to tyring to trying to trying to figure out where my money went
Trying to trying to trying to trying to trying figure out to who it was lent
Trying to trying to trying to trying to trying to figure out on what it was spent
But then the headache kicks in and we start to repent
Remembering the bills we gotta pay and what that money meant
But there's no use in moaning we will do it again
Buying ten dollar shots for all of our friends
Put your weight on your feet and your glasses in the air
Put your bottoms up and we will drown all our cares
And we'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here
We'll worry about tomorrow when it comes
We're going to worry about tomorrow when it gets here
We're going to worry worry worry worry about tomorrow
We will worry worry about tomorrow when it gets here
Get this monkey off my back
Who's playing drums on top my head
Want so badly just to sleep
I want so bad to rest my head
I just need one more little drink so I won't feel so upset
Just need one more little hit
Just need one more cigarette
Cause I can't seem to forget this vice that I regret
I just need one more cigarette
I just need one more cigarette
