late night talking of mischeif
and she is coughing herself to death
red wine stains on my pillow and her teeth
and most of the neighborhood's in bed

there's a whole lot of tired
it's so late i can't sleep
i got splinters from these old baseboards
and yellow hands and eyes from nicotine

i've done things i'll never tell you
i'm a drifter in my own house
let's hitch a ride to the kitchen
hide in the closet until you flag somebody down

wake me up when it's over
roll me over to see what i've done
waste my time and push me out to sea
the drunken sailors we've become


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Drunken Sailors song meanings
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