Mutant Drunk

We were walking into ambush, didn't know that we could die
From overall exposure to this level of pesticide
Now we're mutants, freaks of nature, barely coherent enough to lie
About our relative ability to ask for a f*cking ride
We've been drinking shots of whiskey, vodka, the greenest of Chartreuse
We've been pounding down the absinthe til we're little to no use
To our girlfriends, parents, colleagues, pets or brothers, just refuse
In a dump where beings like us go to pass out before they puke
Pass that Jack, Citron, coke, lime and rum, Jose, Jim Beam, Old Thompson
That Absolut - Oh shit, I puked, sorry man, that wasn't awesome
But don't mine me, just gonna see how far I'll go before
This big dick goes and throws me out the door
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
At this point we're not even playing our own songs for any of you
We're just rambling, making noise, and generally wasting all your time
But for some ridiculous reason you all find it appropriate to whine