Football Season Is Over

Why the fuck can I not hail a taxi?
Arm out like a Nazi, every cunt's driving past
Where the fuck is everyone?
I can't see anyone, I can't see anything

The hardest part of today is a hangover
Empty bottles and empty promises
The hardest part of today is a hangover
I got every person I need
And it's gonna be one hell of a messy night
I can't remember last night
I can't remember anything
I can't remember last night
I can't remember anything

Turn this fuckin' shit up

Party 'til you pass out, drink 'til you're dead
Dance all night 'til you can't feel your legs
Party 'til you pass out, drink 'til you're dead
Dance all fucking night
Party 'til you pass out, drink 'til you're dead
Dance all night 'til you can't feel your legs
Party 'til you pass out, drink 'til you're dead
Dance all fucking night
We are done with giving a fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Lee David Malia, Oliver Scott Sykes, Curtis Paul Lee Ward, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link