Teksty:
Tankard The Morning After

, pounding headache? I need relief, where's the tylenol Lying in my bed! With a swollen head! What did I do? I always regret the morning after! Morning

: Something's a wrong! Last night's gig didn't go to well! People fighting near the stage a cable ripped and fucked the sound Fighting! Beating! There

: Monday morning horror, breakfast on my shirt Everything is wrong today Traffic driver me crazy, my blood is running hot Time is always slipping away

nasty, pounding headache? I need relief, where's the tylenol Lying in my bed! With a swollen head! What did I do? I always regret the morning after! Morning

: Always the same - I postpone things to the very end No one's to blame - except for myself I've had three weeks to write this song - I put it off -

want to give Goddammit life is what we're here for Then better get away from me Try again! You got to get up in the morning and try again Not tomorrow

Always the same - I postpone things to the very end No one's to blame - except for myself I've had three weeks to write this song - I put it off - Too

Was it destiny that one day It was born Drunk creature of the night who haunts us for our brew It was dark, midnight or so, when most had left for home

I want you my baby I need you my sweetheart My heart Is full of love for you I need you to stroke and I need you to kiss Lying In your arms And touching