All Messed Up - Gary Moore

The party’s over

I can’t drink no more

My head is hurtin'

I’m looking for the door

But it’s so hard to find

So hard to find

Walk to my car on my hands and my knees

Hand in my pocket

I’m looking for the keys

But they’re so hard to find

Look at my son, he’s no friend of mine

Reach for my shades before I go blind

Maybe tomorrow I don’t wanna know

All messed up with no place to go

I’m seeing double

The whisky’s to blame

I’m having trouble remembering my name

So hard to tell, it’s so hard to tell

Can’t get no sleep

There’s a quarrel and fight

I’m not sure if I’m dead or alive

So hard to tell

Look at my son

He’s no friend of mine

Reach for my shades before I go blind

Maybe tomorrow I don’t wanna know

All messed up with no place to go

I can’t believe it’s really me in the mirror

Feel like I’m falling off the rails

looks like a hellhouse on my tail

Look at my son

He’s no friend of mine

Reach for my shades before I go blind

Maybe tomorrow I don’t wanna know

All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go All messed up All messed up All messed up with no place to go All messed up with

no place to go