green and flaky
packed up tight
with ignition
primed for flight
where we're going
out of sight
let's make something
of tonight

if by dawn
the music's done
and we're finished
having fun
we'll break fast
eat a ton
and we'll pack
another one

life's unfair
cruel and short
but in a storm
the only port
for just tonight
this is our court
and we the nobles
have retort

**** the system
**** the cops
**** the bourgeois
at the tops
love the highs
but **** the drops
**** this life
until it stops