What’s up, old cardboard box?
We’ve done another day
It look like tonight gonna get real dark
Where in Hell we gonna gets us a’tarp?
Sometime old coats you can gets free
From one or ‘nother those Societys
But boots, fuck, they’re a bitch
Still, can’t do dick ‘bout it now
Stop thinkin’ them boots, just stop thinkin
We should be damn good ‘til
We do those next break-ins
So say, paper palace, let’s just
Get down to the drinkin!
NyQuil, NyQuil, friend and energy
Take this dark and cold away from me
NyQuil, NyQuil, trusted remedy
Shut my brain and set me free
NyQuil, NyQuil, heroin of the poor
Gots nuthin better but you’ll do for sure
NyQuil, NyQuil, you comfort us poor
Cause us poor fuckers need smack too
At least we got green heaven
In cheap bottles made for one
If you can score it, NyQuil and gin
Taken together, make strong medicine
Green heaven and gin will knock you down
Until grey morning rings another round
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