Hungover at Mass

I cannot face communion, I have to go away
The food in my intestine, does not want to stay
Maybe it was the mulled wine, gone off since the fourth
I have to get up and leave, shit this is awkward

Hungover at mass
Hungover on a Sunday
Hungover at mass

I made it through the river, of old people's knees
Now half the church is looking, directly at me
Standing by the altar, I think they think I know
That I want to do a reading, but I just want to go

Hungover at mass
My body's in a bad way
Hungover at mass
I can feel the Devil in me

O a fear has gripped me, I feel everyone's eyes
Even the baby Jesus statue comes alive

I'm nearly fucking sprinting, how long's this fucking church
Does God want me embarrassed? Does Jesus have me cursed?
All the lads from last night will think I can't hold beer
I'd rather be seen legless, than seen throwing up here

Hungover at mass
Trying to get the head straight
Hungover at mass
Maybe I drank the devil, Maybe the devil got in me
Maybe I drank the devil, Maybe the devil got in me
Maybe the devil got in me
Last Night