Mediocre At Best

Its nine o'clock and to the bar to watch the band if we get that far
One more drink to start the night out, here we go
Shot of tequila, half a bottle of gin, jagermeister running off her chin
One more drink will put her lights out, here she goes

She's throwing blows right at my face
Its plain to see she's a basket case
And every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enough
And she is

Put on your makeup, drunken war paint
Smear your lipstick, do your face up
Pull your hair back, lower your standards
And get your hopes up tonight

She's throwing blows right at my face
Its plain to see she's a basket case
And every time she's liquored up she's 5150 we've had enough
And she is, shit faced, a drunken lush