Qwel hall of mirrors lyrics

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Oh God, what the? 



Oh fuck, how many drinks did I..



Oh my God, where's my wallet?



Oh God, I think I'm gonna fucking...



Oh God







Now how am I gonna get from this bar stool, to across the room without puking?



Either barf-drool on this broad's shoes



Talking stupid, drippin', fall into a liquid ball of spew age



I know I'll do this again eventually



Which tempted me and tempted me to get fucked up



I don't know, but it ain't the centipede rich drinkin' spending spree



Shared with three kids at the crib skip the rent at least a week



Speaking in tongues to all both of you



In hopes to get a drink I think I'll crawl over



to a sober sympathetic ear to spit this lim-pathetic jeer



Oh my God, 'cause I don't hear so well



Is it a trouble seeing double even when your eyes are shut



You can time travel through black outs and wake up inside some ??? club



Six pence of beer, my dear friends are near



You all look like demons from here



in this mer hall of mirrors, cheers (cheers) (cheers)