Woke up again in my boots this morning
Don't know exactly where I am
I hear the angels singing
I think they sing my song
I see a dead [bad word] I think [bad word] my way
I try to get up, but I'm down
and I try to figure out what happened
last night at the bar
I can't think, I can't speak
Oh God, please fix me a drink
I here the angels singing
I think they sing my song
I see a dead [bad word] Coming my way
Can't walk, can't breathe, can't talk
My dream, my nightmare, my life
So take what you can and leave me be
Well I hear the angels singing
I know they sing my song
I see a dead [bad word] I know [bad word] my way
I hear the angels singing
I know they sing my song
And I see a dead [bad word] I know [bad word] my way