This marriage is fleeting and so are the booze
I’ll drink to the end if you drink to it too
Hand-me-down vows on bar napkins
The groom is a cheat and so are his friends
So wash it down, catch the plastic bouquet
“Ain’t that your brother? That’s so fucked to say!”
My bad, man, but that’s okay
He’s never gonna hear this anyway

Well, I do
I do
I do feel sorry for…
I do
I do
I do feel sorry for you