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I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house Woke up in the afternoon To the sound of the boulevard Hey look outside It's New Year's Day, the Fourth of July But inside, no fireworks Although it's filled with punks The fuses refuse to burn [Chorus] It's a holiday until tomorrow A hundred miles away and I'm full of sorrow I'm not prone to steal, but not afraid to borrow You passed out invitations to your show Dressed up in my finest suit Didn't know if I should go I bought a bottle of Beam Man, it's a forcefield from the scene I heard you tried to hit on me It's such a pity I was too damn drunk to see [Chorus repeating] I passed out on someone's couch in someone's house You passed out invitations to your show We passed out in the back bedroom on the coats From Letras Mania