H.M.P.U

There's a friend of mine talking to himself
Having a chat with Santa's elf
Other one just shit his pants.
He's way too drunk to understand
What's the time? Is it Tuesday?
This party should have stopped at -98.
Our braindead crew ain't no looking for fun
just trying to get through day totally numb.
You see him? He can swallow only liquid.
He can't eat but he's always there to drink with.
Guess it's not how it was planned.
It somehow all just got out of hand.
Tic toc we're waiting for.
Waiting for a wake up call.
Don't wanna see a friend go down.
While we're waiting... Who's paying the next round?
Noouuoouuoouu No future for our kind.
'Cause we're all
HOPELESS, MINDLESS, POINTLESS, USELESS.
Useless white trash.