Sorry I'm Late

I need a drink, i need a drink
So i can think of a way out
Of this mess that i'm in
I need a smoke, who doesn't need a smoke these days
So i can cope with the emails, the inbox
And the wages of sin

And it ain't even 9, in the morning
Sorry i'm late

I need a line, i need a line
So i can wake up after the beers and the laughter of last night
I need a line, who doesn't need a line these days
Coz i'm tired of romancing, and i just wanna keep dancing with snow white

And it ain't even 9 in the morning

Sorry i'm late

I need a drink, i need a drink
To see through the smoke and the mirrors and the secrets and lies in this town
And i need a smoke, who doesn't need a smoke these days
So i can make my day look pretty as she fucks me til the sun goes down

And it's ain't even 9, in the morning
And i'll be just fine once i get what i want

Sorry i'm late