Sos

SOS

I don't even know whose house this is

SOS

I just know I'm a friend of a friend of his

SOS

I'd get out but I can't find the door

SOS

I hope it's somewhere on the floor

SOS

This ain't a party, this is sick

SOS

I've lost count and I can't quit

SOS

So turn it up 'cause we're going down

SOS

If this keeps up, we're all gonna drown

SOS

Where's my lighter?

SOS

My shirt feels tighter

SOS

I found a fiver

SOS

My brain's on fire

SOS

I think someone cut my hair

SOS

If I find my shoes, I'll get outta here

SOS

Raise your hands if you're losing grip

SOS

We'll raise the dead if we keep doing this

SOS

Where's my lighter?

SOS

My shirt feels tighter

SOS

I found a fiver

SOS

My brain's on fire

This poor ship is going down

We're overboard and wasted now

If you're gonna say

What I think you're gonna say

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

SOS

Our gears are stripped, we're out of whack

SOS

No use in holding nothing back

SOS

Nights like these are rare, indeed

SOS

So raise 'em in the air for me

SOS

SOS

SOS