Hungover Together - Supersuckers

You’re a fine desert flower, to these bloodshot eyes

The sunset’s got nothing on you

Each night finds me here, with a 12-pack of beer

It’s good, to wake-up near you

My head is pounding, and I need a smoke

But not as much as the touch of your skin

And I must admit, that I feel like s**t

And I’m late for work once again

And it’s always good to see you my friend

And to wake up hungover, together again

I’ll just lie here and watch you get dressed

As I block the sun from my face

Working ain’t fair, so I’ll drive you there

Cuz I ain’t going no place

I can’t find my shoes, and I can’t find dress

This is no way to start out the day

Where the hell are my keys

What’s this bruise on my knee?

What the hell did we do anyway last night

And it’s always good to see you my friend

And to wake up hungover, together again