MacBain splutters,
long winded speeches,
intoxicating stutters.
Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.
Helga looks hideously **** tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.
Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!
The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.
Jan 26, 2010
Jan 26, 2010 at 8:45 AM UTC
MacBain splutters,
long winded speeches,
intoxicating stutters.
Whisky reeks volumes on volumes of volumes,
unfathomable mysteries on infallible fumes.
Helga looks hideously **** tonight,
the ghoul in the corner looks up for a fight.
The toilet's transforming into a white telephone,
just one last drink until the drinking is done.
Redshot eyes light another cigarette,
Shooter all round,
and a beer what the heck!
The dance floor is moving like a seasick ship,
We all feel like rock stars defining whats hip.
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