Hungover At Work Video (MV)

First thing he notices is the smell of stale farts
He yawns and dreads the day ahead, before it even starts
A sink full of dishes and the bed is left unmade
His head is full of holes and all his nerves are torn and frayed
Slumped across two seats, his face is pressed up to the glass
Tries to cool his burning cheeks, how long will this last
He wonders if they smell the red weeping from his pores
If he needs to vomit, will he make it to the door
Hides his shaking hands from the boss' prying eyes
The clock is ticking backwards and his water bottle's dry
Nothing feels as low as being hungover on the job
He hangs his head in shame and stifles his pathetic sobs