This is a true story      I just woke up, everything was fucked   From the night before, I was beyond repair   I had just woke up, everything was wrong   All the cats were dead and the phones were gone      I had just woke up like a heart attack   I weren't coming back and mum was dressed in black   I had just woke up, I had just woke up   Everything was fucked, everything was fucked      The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation      I had just woke up in someone else's bed   She was overweight, who did I do last night?   I felt paradise in between girl's thighs   It was quick and nice, the feelings cold as ice      I could hardly walk and I had the shakes   Had to eat some fruit or I was gonna faint   I had just woke up, I had just woke up   Everything was fucked, everything was fucked      The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation      I need one day a week for my cuts to heal   Take every Monday off with my blood shot eyes   If work only knew what I got up to   At the weekend they wouldn't speak to me      Or pretend to be my friends, take every Monday off   With my blood shot eyes, with my blood shot eyes   I had just woke up, I had just woke up   Everything was fucked, everything was fucked      The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   The guilt won't leave my circulation   ...