Qwel - Hall Of Mirrors Lyrics
* send corrections to the typistOh God, what the?Oh *****, how many drinks did I..Oh my God, where's my wallet?Oh God, I think I'm gonna *****ing...Oh GodNow how am I gonna get from this bar stool, to across the room without puking?Either barf-drool on this broad's shoesTalking stupid, drippin', fall into a liquid ball of spew ageI know I'll do this again eventuallyWhich tempted me and tempted me to get *****ed upI don't know, but it ain't the centipede rich drinkin' spending spreeShared with three kids at the crib skip the rent at least a weekSpeaking in tongues to all both of youIn hopes to get a drink I think I'll crawl overto a sober sympathetic ear to spit this lim-pathetic jeerOh my God, 'cause I don't hear so wellIs it a trouble seeing double even when your eyes are shutYou can time travel through black outs and wake up inside some ??? clubSix pence of beer, my dear friends are nearYou all look like demons from herein this mer hall of mirrors, cheers (cheers) (cheers)
