All Messed Up — Gary Moore

The party's over I can't drink no more My head is hurtin' I'm looking for the door But it's so hard to find So hard to find

Walk to my car on my hands and my knees Hand in my pocket I'm looking for the keys But they're so hard to find

Look at my son, he's no friend of mine Reach for my shades before I go blind Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know All messed up with no place to go

I'm seeing double The whisky's to blame I'm having trouble remembering my name So hard to tell, it's so hard to tell

Can't get no sleep There's a quarrel and fight I'm not sure if I'm dead or alive So hard to tell

Look at my son He's no friend of mine Reach for my shades before I go blind Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know All messed up with no place to go

I can't believe it's really me in the mirror Feel like I'm falling off the rails looks like a hellhouse on my tail

Look at my son He's no friend of mine Reach for my shades before I go blind Maybe tomorrow I don't wanna know All messed up with no place to go

All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go

All messed up All messed up All messed up with no place to go All messed up with no place to go