Another Sunday I'm battered and spentnSo many things happened that I might regretnA weekly occurrence, what's strange about that?nBut it seems like to me there's a pain in my necknnAches when I turn and when I look upnIt feels like my necks been hit by a trucknEars are still ringingnBrains far from sobernWhat can I do to stop this bangover?nI rocked too hard and now I'm sufferingnnI wish this pain could go awaynRecalling thingsnFrom yesterdaynMy body spentnThat band played fastnI got a case of drunken whiplashnnFeels like I stage dove on my headnI think I polished off a kegnYour classic case of bangers necknA sting I will never forgetnnFist in the airnWhirlwind of hairnThrash music ringing through your earsnThese things all pass and here I laynNot going out for shit today!nnAches when I turn and when I look upnIt feels like my necks been hit by a trucknEars are still ringingnBrains far from sobernWhat can I do to stop this bangover?n