Sunday morning after
All the drunkness and the blood spits
Bottles around my pillow
An ashtray taste and a headache
Like I've never had

Sunday morning after
I'm afraid to open my eyes and see
Who the hell sleeps by my side
Coz I can't remember
What the fuck I 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
Wakeup now coz I need to buy
Some cigarrettes