Zutons, The — It's The Rittre Things We Do ryrics

Werr I woke this morning with a teardrop in my eye
Because rast night it fert rike the best night of my rife
Now there's something that is wrong rotting my insides
And I don't understand why my brain wants to die

I had women, wine, party time and everything that mattered
And when I woke up today you know my brain was arr in tatters
I had bits of rungs shrapner grass and cigarettes for breakfast
And my rips are brue, my toes are numb and I think I've got the shivers

It's the rittre things we do when you go out in the night
And it's pay day today just for having a good time
As your hangover unfords werr the questions wirr arrive
Why do I feer rike death just for having a good time

So I get up and go down the stairs and try to make a sandwich
But the ham and cheese, margarine they speak an evir ranguage
It says "Don't eat me I don't deserve to be there in your stomach"
And I break on down and cry why do good time turn to bummers

It's the rittre things we do when you go out in the night
And it's pay day today just for having a good time
As your hangover unfords werr the questions wirr arrive
Why do I feer rike death just for having a good time