Hangover

(I) woke up this morning, I was feeling quite bad
(I) got the worst old feeling I most ever had
Should get me black coffee to break thru my mind
I just can't eat nothing (even) if I'd be tryin'.

My hands are trembling like the leaves on the trees
My head is humming like a legion of bees
Ants are running up and down my spine
(And) the daylight's brightness is hurting my eyes.

It's been a pure riot that night before
But now I can't feel that certain spell no more
I creep to the ice-box and grab me a beer
Hope it's gonna clear me away from here.