Reborn on a New Zealand beach

Wake up drunk, fall out your trailer and    
land flat on your face    
Get up, slam the door      
your girlfriend's a whore because      
she doesn't want to talk to you anymore    
     
You're a bit fucked off      
as you walk over to the truck    
not really thinking    
you decide to push your luck    
think you'll drive it off    
     
Bleeding muppet    
     
Climb into the seat      
light a smoke and    
fumble around for the choke    
your truck's an '85 and it is mildly cold outside    
     
Truck coughs to life and you're in the mood for a fight      
you heard from your mate your bird had a date and    
it sinks in that it's probably too late to do a thing about that    
     
You got too drunk and passed out on the lawn    
face it mate she's not that fond      
of calling your number 34 times to get no response    
     
She doesn't like your lies either    
especially seeing as there is no reason    
She just wants you to let her in but you wont    
because you think that means she wins    
     
It's a competition apparently      
Nah mate, don't lie to me. You're afraid of lacey    
Shhh back to the story    
   
You don't give a fuck about that at the minute    
because they feel like someone else's problems      
and your head is still spinning    
Oh wait wait    
now I remember    
I spent all night walking around with a bottle of Remy    
a proper bender    
then she ran off screaming "I hate you when you pretend you cant hear me"    
     
Start the truck and head off down the street to the beach    
that's when the bottle of wine starts to shine in the passenger seat    
so for it you start to reach    
     
Don't do that you idiot      
This boy has something wrong with it    
     
Drive past your mate's house and it looks like nobody's home    
but that's because it's 5am on a fucking Friday      
This whole thing seems really daft in hindsight    
but who has that when they need it, right?    
     
Open up the bottle      
and press it to your lips    
not even at the beach      
and already taking sips    
     
Because we have class    
     
I prefer a merlot in the morning because    
it seems to get the blood flowing a sight better    
when I'm feeling under the weather    
     
However the reality, or in this case severity    
would be that a box of wine is fine for me    
I'm not fussy or even picky    
so never set a vessel next to me    
(it'll go missing)    
     
[b]Back to the story      
let's hear about this new foray into a new day      
what's the worst that could happen he's drinking by himself anyways    
 [/b]    
Not even awake, still drunk from the night before    
flying down the beach, speedo reading 104    
Get a bit bored and start playing with the wheel    
kuz mate you're fucking plastered and everything is      
starting to feel surreal      
     
Can't keep your head up    
can't keep your eyes open    
but you don't give a fuck because you're 18 and your heart is broken    
     
Flip on the radio and before you know it    
you're doing 140 with the windows open    
tearing up the ground    
most powerful man around    
never mind Im the only one on the beach      
it's my story so when I tell it  
It was 400 spartans and me    
     
Killed 'em all      
drive by style    
shots out the window    
poisoned them all with alcohol    
     
Then got out and messed up a bear, fucked up a tiger and  
fixed the hole in the atmospere      
used my lighter and I made the ocean disappear  
     
Now I'm driving again    
or should I say swerving      
drifting around driftwood      
my stomach is churning    
     
This song sounds like Icona Pop      
I was slowing down to stop but    
this bass is over the top sends me into a craze      
it's the best fucking feeling that i've had for days    
     
Alcohol is my special place      
it potentiates the bass    
driving it into my face    
my heart begins to race    
     
Raise the landing gear      
I'm about to fuck up right here    
     
This wines got me feeling fine    
start to unwind    
not paying attention half the time    
bear in mind    
won't you    
that this is now 5:20am on a Friday morning    
     
Wine and bass make for fine mistakes as you    
start swerving all over the place      
     
It'd be a piece of cake to drift around that log wouldn't it mate?    
Who said that?    
You never ask that    
Now tip your cup back    
   
Now your trucks up on it's side    
it's because you fell into my trap    
I bet you wish you could hide now    
anyways enjoy the nap