I need a drink, I need a drink
So I can think of a way out
Of this mess that I'm in
I need a smoke, who doesn't need a smoke these days
So I can cope with the emails, the inbox
And the wages of sin
And it ain't even 9, in the morning
Sorry I'm late
I need a line, I need a line
So I can wake up after the beers and the laughter of last night
I need a line, who doesn't need a line these days
Coz I'm tired of romancing, and I just wanna keep dancing with snow white
And it ain't even 9 in the morning
Sorry I'm late
I need a drink, I need a drink
To see through the smoke and the mirrors and the secrets and lies in this town
And I need a smoke, who doesn't need a smoke these days
So I can make my day look pretty as she fucks me til the sun goes down
And it's ain't even 9, in the morning
And I'll be just fine once I get what I want
Sorry I'm late