FEELING FINE
(Vance)

Sun beams from the sky, there's no feeling in my head
As I try to think about, getting out of bed
Can't help but wonder why, I do this to myself
I want to go outside, it's a hazard to my health.

Give me paracetamol, aspro clear I'll have it all
A thousand cups of black coffee, try and ease this suffering
I can taste the nicotine, under all the Listerine
I can smell the stale beer, it makes me sick but I persevere
I'm feeling more sorry, for myself.

Sun beams from the sky, from it I try to hide
My clothes smell of cheap wine, and I'm far from feeling fine
I woke up on the floor, I'm not drinking anymore
My head is spinning round, as I fall back on the ground.