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 ain't even 9, in the morning
And I'll be just fine once I get what I want

Sorry I'm late