Journey to the Restroom lyrics

f*ck, man, was thinking of going to sleep
Or maybe getting something to eat
3 a.m., vomiting cones on the street
Drip, dry, repeat

She died in a restroom in midtown
I heard they had to break the door down
She died in a restroom on the ground
You’re never gonna make it now

Yes, yes, miss, I deserve admiration
You can call this number for more information
It’s a 3 a.m., a free consultation
It’s a one eight-hundred number here live in this station
Yes, miss, I’m the king of all of this sh*t
Call me Alec Baldwin of this sh*t
And I make it to Nepal if I have to crawl
Fill these veins with alcohol

It’s a restroom in midtown
Goddamnit, I could use that now
She died in a restroom on the ground
I heard they had to break the door down

You lead, you don’t follow
You c*m, you don’t swallow
You bleed in this hovel
You call me tomorrow
You lead, you don't follow
You c*m, you don't swallow
You bleed in this hovel
You call me tomorrow