Mayday

For all you messed up beautiful morning boozers

For all you messed up loosers,drug abusers

I'm turning my back on this freakin' town

While I still have time,We're all going down.

I Woke up in the same clothes I was last night

My pockets are empty,it was a first class flight

Mayday,Mayday, we're out of gas

We're losing altitude, we're gonna crash.

The life that you chose, the things that you do

I met all your boys and they're just like you

You want to go home, well it's too late

You just want to sleep but your girl, she's awake

And she's so tired of what's going on

That snooner or later she'll be gone

Mayday,Mayday, we're out of gas

We're losing altitude, we're gonna crash.