Rough time on the town last night
Hugging my toilet bowl
The Jager bombs have seemed to take their toll
No evidence of where I been
Or how I got back home
Some may say that I have lost control
Shot for shot it just don't stop
And the feelings start to stray
Out of focus, time just slips away
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
Something wicked this way comes
You can drag your feet
You might last a week
You'll be dead by tomorrow's sun
Come and sit with me awhile
We can put ourselves on trial
And talk about how we'll go out in style
People should just stop pipe dreaming
Open the gate, release their demons
One day we'll be dust, and so I say
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
Something wicked this way comes
You can drag your feet
You might last a week
You'll be dead by tomorrow's sun
No matter where you go
No matter what you do
Something wicked this way comes
You can drag your feet
You might last a week
You'll be dead by tomorrow's sun
You'll be dead by tomorrow's sun
You'll be dead by tomorrow's sun
