When it hits the fan
and the lights go out.

About that deal
is it really true
can you do
It for me?

I never believed
any ending
as long as the beer
stayed cold.

but

**** it I'm getting on old
and the time's running out

about that deal
can we seal it in blood?

Longevity
will you make it
for me?

we'll see.

Three sheets and
untied from the wild
winds that ride
any storm.

Scatter these ashes
into the midnight's of
eyes that have blackened
each day.

Have it anyway
it's no use to me
I
shall give it you
because
when this life
lets us through
and
the **** hits the fan,
when we've become
that kind of man
count me
Out.