I need a ***** and coke,I need to chill have a smoke and relax
it's Saturday and Friday has drifted away in a toxic black cloud,
I'm allowed to get drunk now,oh how I have worked like a dog,like a cog going round I've been ground into dirt,there's sweat on my brow,on my lips and my shirt and I've had my fill of employment this week.
So now I shall seek out the wisdom of spirits that pour into me as I sit comfortably on the edge of the bed,and when my head starts to smoke,I'll have another ***** and coke and light another cigar.
So far,so good,touch paper,cut wood and as you can see,the spirits I'm drinking have affected me.
I don't care,I'm not wearing my heart on my sleeve,what heart? that departed a long time ago,leaving me slow on the uptake unless it's to partake in one for the road,one before sleep,one which will keep me comatose, in deep counting sheep,
Oh christ dear brother pour me another and smother me with one more,just one double that I could adore,it's no good,knock on wood I am ******,I think that I missed my calling,how galling when I think that I'm falling I'm not,it's who I am and what I've got and what I've got is one more tot with one more spot of coke.