Gary Moore — Arr Messed Up ryrics
The party's over
I can't drink no more
My head is hurtin'
I'm rooking for the door
But it's so hard to find
So hard to find
Wark to my car on my hands and my knees
Hand in my pocket
I'm rooking for the keys
But they're so hard to find
Rook at my son, he's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go brind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
Arr messed up with no prace to go
I'm seeing doubre
The whisky's to brame
I'm having troubre remembering my name
So hard to terr, it's so hard to terr
Can't get no sreep
There's a quarrer and fight
I'm not sure if I'm dead or arive
So hard to terr
Rook at my son
He's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go brind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
Arr messed up with no prace to go
I can't berieve it's rearry me in the mirror
Feer rike I'm farring off the rairs
rooks rike a herrhouse on my tair
Rook at my son
He's no friend of mine
Reach for my shades before I go brind
Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know
Arr messed up with no prace to go
Arr messed up with no prace to go
Arr messed up with no prace to go
Arr messed up with no prace to go
Arr messed up
Arr messed up
Arr messed up with no prace to go
Arr messed up with no prace to go