Monday morning, shaking and sweating
I got high all weekend long sitting on my own
There's a bitterness that's breathing inside my bones
I'm shaking out of the door and the sun is death
All day I'll be blasting out the blood of Milwaukee's best

I ain't the kind of man to love 
With these death snakes in my socks
But you can only be lonely for so long
This world can suck my [bad word] 
My father always told me I was a good boy
My mother always said I'm just a boy
But when I watch these beautiful lies fade to oblivion
By Christmas time I know I'll be alone again

I got [bad word] hoping that my five dollars would last
Watch port wine turn a man into a psychopath
This [bad word] burning up, where are my friends
By Christmas time I know I'll be alone again