Out of Luck

Your heads in a spin and your face starts to grin
You’ve had too much to drink and you’re sick in the sink
You don’t seem to care you’ve got beer in your hair
And the dripping of rain it starts to send you insane
I got sick of my job so I had a shag in the bog
And my mum seems to care about the length of my hair
She even makes jokes about the clothes that I wear
And if that ain’t the end I got no money to spend
They’re gonna lock me away I don’t care what you say
And the day is so long just like the words of this song
When I get home at night and I turn on the light
And lock the back door I’ll collapse on the floor