I wonder if it's friday night or if it's sunday night   My house is crazy and I don't know why   I'd like to think I'd like to sleep or even meditate   But I'm sure they won't hear a word I say      They sit around and hang around and eat up all my food   Wear my clothes and drink up all my booze   Even if I were to leave or tell them to be gone   They'll refuse and ask me "where's the doms?"      So give them my love   Now that you've had your fun   Please leave us alone   Get out of our home      It's 4 am on sunday and I'll never get to bed   Another drink and I just may be dead   They're all still here pracning around and I think I'm having fun   But it would be good if they could be gone      Bleed on my guitar and ruin all our favorite songs   Puke on our new couch to keep your drinking game going on   Saddle up to my tv and wait there for the sun   You may think you're funny but you're just a fucking drunk