I woke in a hotel room
Chocking on vodka gloom
Then I found some more under the mattress
My girl is a waitress, so I'm cooler than you

Mother, I miss your genteel hands
Father, I told you 'bout my crazy ways
Alcohol loves me
But I'll never let those vultures judge my trip

I know your history
Of heartbreak and misery
But tonight we're gonna have a celebration
So call all the ladies, captain!

Mother, I miss your genteel hands
Father, I told you 'bout my crazy ways
Alcohol loves me
But I'll never let those vultures judge my trip

While I circle this dismal ring around Moscow
I was feeling y in that dirty taxi
Life is amazing - I've got my all guns blazing!

These are the manic days
Roll over, girl