Nideit

Mediocre At Best
Its nine o'clock and to the bar to watch the band if we get that far One more drink to start the night out, here we go Shot of tequila, half a bottle of gin, jagermeister running off her chin One more drink will put her lights out, here she goes She's throwing blows right at my face Its plain to see she's a basket case And every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enough And she is Put on your makeup, drunken war paint Smear your lipstick, do your face up Pull your hair back, lower your standards And get your hopes up tonight She's throwing blows right at my face Its plain to see she's a basket case And every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enough And she is, shit faced, a drunken lush Aus Songtexte Mania