Lyrics:

Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes
I feel so dead, yet I'm so alive
And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more
As I peel my face off the kitchen floor

And I look around me, and what do I see?
One hundred bottles, laughing at me
I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day
Welcome to my humble life of dis-dis-disarray

Seeing Sunday morning through bloodied eyes
I feel so dead, and yet I'm so alive
And the aftertaste of alcohol makes me want more
As I peel my face off of the kitchen floor
And I look around me, and what do I see?
One hundred bottles, laughing at me
I feel like shit, I smell like shit this sacred day
Welcome to my humble life of dis-dis-disarray