U.S. Bombs
"Hammered Again"

I woke up and fell of a root

They arrested me with a broken foot

You told the cops you didn't know who I was

A week on the city three hots and a cot

Day one I got a taste of the shakes

No sleep at all, it's past eight

Rest of the week, all seemed the same

I couldn't wait to get home again

Come on down to my place, I got a bar at my face

We both got monkeys on our backs

Come on down to my place

I got an early release on the 5th day

Dried out a lot I lost the shakes

I'll get 'em back when I get home

To the liquor store, then will start