Go back to bed, you son of a bitch

Six plastic cups of rebellion
Pre-game was a victory
Gather round for a shit show (a shit show!)
That's about to proceed

Put down the bottle and pick up your friend
Clean up the puke just to throw up again
"I may not be smashed, but at least I fit in"
You don't fucking fit in!

And all this time it's just a fashion and you know it
But you're too fucked up to show it
And there's a fine line between letting loose and losing grip
Just go back to bed, you son of a bitch!