One o'clock in the morning
Thinking and yawning, and what's to be done
Bloody noses, alcohol, and bastard drunks
Blowing kisses to the girls who say too much
Bloody noses, alcohol, and bastard drunks
Blowing kisses to the girls who say too much
They're just showing you what's to be done
Yeah, the people nobody knows
I don't see no one sitting pretty
Slipping down, one by one