Desolator - High Speed Hangover

It's 2pm, open the first bottle
Drank 'em all it's time to get more
No clue now, I'm already hammered
I'm fucking pissed before I've left the door

Missed our journey because of the brew
We'll never be a professional crew
Trains, coaches a trollet and a bus
We'll get to the show no matter the fuss

High speed hangover!
Trapped in a drinkers hell (Where am I now)
How do we get home? (Never ending dread)
Will this ever end? (I don't think so)

Finally arrive, our stocks running low
Need some more, before we play the show
Now I know, beer over gear
Dry glasses are all we have to fear

Our currency is beer, the bank is our bar
Stay out of our way, you fucking 'rockstar'
Alcoholic assault, none of your H2O
Staying sober? We say no!

Hops heaven! Malted menace! Fermented fun! Liquid love!
Pint pusher! Bottle basher! Keg crusher! Ale attacker!
Thrash cash! Fridge failure! Gear greif! Book and bolters!
Fluid frenzy! Pizza party! Riff rider! Rock and roll!

A night of chaos in liquid lust
Blinded by beer, and whiskey a must
Feeling like we're all gunna die
But thrash metal will keep us alive

Lying on the floor, my heads in pieces
Lost and broke, hazy confusion
But you know we will do it all again
'Cos this is the life of thrash my friend