The Wrong Side of New Year's Eve.

I was looking for something new to say about NYE and wrote down a lot of "what ifs". This is the one that made it through

The Wrong Side of New Year's Eve.

I'm sitting on the wrong side of new years eve
Sitting spitting tacks, cause it's hard to believe
That the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

I should be lying here, drunk and disorderly
instead of wingeing and cursing patheticly,
For the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

Where is your honour, your sense of what's right
You left it in that harvard hotel overnight.
Yes the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

I'm sitting on the wrong side of new years eve
Sitting spitting tacks, cause it's hard to believe
That the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

I'll call up a demon, using your name
Make it make mischief and get you the blame
Cause the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

Worse, I'll call Leon and order you blow
And leave a little message so the keystone cops know
For the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

I'm sitting on the wrong side of new years eve
Sitting spitting tacks, cause it's hard to believe
That the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

I will remember every last slight
And it's no excuse saying to me you were tight
For the party you pooped was mine - it was mine.

And I'll dig out a vengeance so big it will awe
And I'll kill it on the table in front of you all
Then the party you poop won't be mine - won't be mine.
Then the party you poop won't be mine.