We flew into bars
like hellfire & brimstone
& we never took prisoners,
drank until
our heads spun
off the socket,
buzzing.
We rocked it
like time was
running out,
shouted like
sharp dressed men,
the ******* never lied
putting on
an eminence front.
And we made it
through
our young-misbehavior,
not unscathed,
but stung.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
We flew into bars
like hellfire & brimstone
& we never took prisoners,
drank until
our heads spun
off the socket,
buzzing.
We rocked it
like time was
running out,
shouted like
sharp dressed men,
the ******* never lied
putting on
an eminence front.
And we made it
through
our young-misbehavior,
not unscathed,
but stung.
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