Six shots of whisky, on my ninth beer
Killed that bottle of wine,
Still I feel my vision's clear
Enough to hop behind the wheel
Drive with no fear,
Catch the bar before 2am's here
The sexiness of the fatal,
Starin at my navel
Somehow the whole world seems just a fable
And a peel at the label
Of my St. Pauli Girl
Knowing alcholics are the ones that always hurl
And that's not me -
In fact I feel that I could eat
Some candy maybe, or well done meat
But I'm rambling now, and I've made my point
Instead of driving my car I'll have one last joint
Because not driving drunk i easy -
My speedy WRX would leave me smeared on a wall greasy
And I feel this world needs me -
So i'll crawl to bed
Until 1:36 tomorrow I'll just rest my head
So I'm out.,.... |
Submission Name: 1:36
