It's The Little Things We Do Lyrics

Well I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye

Because last night it felt like the best night of my life

Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides

And I don't understand why my brain wants to die



I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered

And when I woke up today you know my brain was all in tatters

I had bits of lungs shrapnel glass and cigarettes for breakfast

And my lips are blue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers



It's the little things we do when you go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time



So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich

But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evil language

It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"

And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers



It's the little things we do when you go out in the night

And it's pay day today just for having a good time

As your hangover unfolds well the questions will arrive

Why do I feel like death just for having a good time