Dry Heaves

(album: Definition - 1992)

I was drinking beer, then I was drinking jager
I know I shouldn't mix the two, I always pay later
But that's just beside the point, what is done is done
Now I'm hurting real bad and I've got the runs
I hate the dry heaves, I hate dry heaves
I hate the dry heaves, I hate dry heaves
I was talking to you then I was on the ground
When I shut my eyes, everything spun around
When I'm so fucked up, I forget where I am
I feel so bad, I puked in your van
Gut-wrenching spasms that just won't stop
Trying to squeeze out just one last drop
My gut tied in knots, nothing left inside
Thank you so much for giving me a ride
I hate the dry heaves, I hate dry heaves
I hate the dry heaves, I hate dry heaves