Too Wasted

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

All my friends, they're all full of shit

Just a junkyard bunch of punks and lunatics

If the sky goes red in a million years

We'll still be on the sidewalk, talking off your ears

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

Every Monday, there's a shootout at the bingo hall

Watch the one-hitter wonders and deadheads have a brawl

Bang, bang, bang in your styrofoam cups

One more tug off the loaded gun

Any fool can see how the new Midwest was won

Bite your lip

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Catch your breath

Yeah-yeah-yeah

Keep telling yourself, I'm just fine

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

Mama, don't you get too wasted

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too wasted

All of my friends

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

They're all full of shit

Mama, don't you get too wasted

I said all of my friends

Mama, don't you get too

Mama, don't you get too

They're all full of shit

Mama, don't you get too wasted