through forests and fogs through thickets and thin i trek through the country to get to the din
but when i get to the club they wont ever let me in i take the wrong drug and i dont want to sing
for my supper or a beer from a big bouncer **** and i dont know where to go once ive got inside the club.
Some get in and go sit down and some go straight to the bar buy a round and some take their coats off and some do not and some move their feet as if the floor is too hot those with their feelers on the girls dont stop and their feet and their mouths and their eyes move a lot
on a soft dark sofa in the corner of the room a drink and his man are buried in the gloom nurse it, slurp it, swiggin it, sippin it rock it, slop it, drink it down.
he worked all week and no one likes that so he drank all the beer in the fridge and fed the cat and the night fell down and the wind whipped up in a nice new clean cut shirt he left the flat lager in his arteries and sorrow on the brain if his work makes him insane then heβs losing at the game dance drink chat **** feel less sane.