This hammer keeps banging on my head
while I try to sleep in this bed.
The elephants are practicing their dancing
while in pain, my brain is prancing.
For I drank too much, all last night
but lucky for me, I lost my consciousness fight.
I passed out cold over Cindy's sink
trying to desperately hold my drink.
The room flipped and started to spin
and the blackness started to begin.
For chunks of my mind, I have lost
and more than once, my cookies I've tossed.
Drinking too much resolves only on prob.
turning a man into a full grown slob.
For them brain cells are all gone and dead
and by a bottle you were led
and now this hangover's killing my head.
I'm sure, I'd probably be better off dead.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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