Breaking up Drunk on New Year's Eve
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
Silver bells are chiming
I guess we hate each other
Let's ring them in silence
In silence
Maybe some cabbie'll go home with a fifty
That I gave him instead of a two
Too bad he didn't take you
You threw the Christmas wreath in the street
On New Year's Eve
Our suburban street
Industrial city
East of Chicoutimi
Turn a quarter over outside
It's better than wishing on a star
Nowhere else, in this town, you'd believe
Breaking up drunk on New Year's Eve
I could see the sun coming up
As I puked in the sink
We've stumbled and fell
Deep in the bad shit well
The bad shit well
Hate. Hate. Hate. Hate.
Autor(es): Matthew Grimson
