paroles de chanson Sunday Morning After - Matanza

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

Sunday morning after
I'm afraid to open my eyes to see
Who the hell sleeps by my side
'Cos I can't remember
What the fuck a 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
Wake up now
'Cos I need to buy some cigarrettes

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
Wake up now
'Cos I need to buy some cigarrettes