Hungover Songtext
von Tatum

A night out that confirms she hates geezers
She′s had a few she greets the driver
Traffic jam that upsets her
Paying the cab, trainline wasn't working
She′s on a rampage, three nights in a row
Trying to sink her conscience down in cocktails
And praying the lad is done dead not breathing
Cursing the nights Don left her reeling
What happened at her birth that set things up this way
Were the stars oh extra angry on that unholy day

Oh Dark Feelings
Sweet needles in the house
Gang cars riding
With the bikes on the highway


And it's OK to play the role of the victim from time to time
It's OK to walk out there with a red stain on your shirt
And it′s OK to cry sometimes let the tears drop from your cheeks
It′s OK to walk out there with a red stain on your shirt

She carries a red bumbag and a loaded gun
A knife tat' in the neck, her stomach is a wreck
A killer in the shape of a rose
She′s counting all the times fate fucked her over
How the men in her life have never been sober

Oh Dark Feelings
Sweet needles in the house
Gang cars riding
With the bikes on the highway
Unspoken love words in a locked up heart
Unspoker love words in a locked up heart

And it's OK to play the role of the victim from time to time
It′s OK to walk out there with a red stain on your shirt
And it's OK to cry sometimes let the tears pour from your cheeks
It′s OK to walk out there with a red stain on your shirt