Hair of the Dog

(Justin)

So pour that beer on your cornflakes, and fake like you don't got a headache. Although it's true, you know you do. The pain runs through and through. CHORUS: But that's what happens when you drink too much. Pain throbs and I know it sucks. Until you get hair of the dog. I guess you'e shit out of luck. Now your brain begins to bleed. As you sit you beg and plead. For the pain to go away. And come back a never day.