Hangover Child

Hangover child, what you got
You'll not require in any attire

Hangover child
Born into a lost desire, you'll know the fire that grows

Hangover child 'till the clock runs over
The check out lines for the red light sales
Bury your nose in the bookend sales, bury the scales

And you'll not back down, and you'll not fall out

Hangover child, save your breath
In the way that you're stare in to the face of despair
If you dare

Hangover child 'till the clock runs over
The check out lines for the red light sales
Bury your nose in the bookend sales, bury the scales

And you'll not back down, and you'll not fall out

Hangover child 'till the clock runs over
The check out lines for the red light sales
Bury your nose in the bookend sales, bury the scales

Hangover child 'till the clock runs over
The check out lines for the red light sales
Bury your nose in the bookend sales, bury the scales