The weekend we party short and tight,

The drinks heavy but the conversations light.

Blank mornings spewing from last night,

Born of the worst of plans.

It's hard to get ahead, when you're stuck down.

Work a double then spend it all in town.

But at the first chance,

We'll take communion at the liquor store.

And we just have one more,

And we just have one more,

And now you're on the floor.

Woah, lost sight of control.

You know you've got to keep your eye on the ball.

Sold. All in all.

You know you've got to keep your eye on the ball.

Mixed drinks mixed with strong mixed feelings,

I can hear my liver grieving.

Sunday knows what it has in store,

Mad I gave the day to the night before.

It's hard to get ahead, on a comedown.

Burned everything but the rent in town.

But at the first chance,

We'll take communion at the liquor store.

And we just have one more,

And we just have one more,

And now youre on the floor.

Woah, lost sight of control.

You know you've got to keep your eye on the ball.

Sold. All in all.

You know you've got to keep your eye on the ball.