The Gypsy Queen
01-22-2010, 05:41 PM
It's Saturday night again
We'll warm up with cocktails
Don't chug that, friend
No one mixes for you
Screwdrivers, Cape Cods
Like you know I do
Upping the ante now
Here comes the pipe
Gasp, hack, and wow
Get your hands off
The hookah's mine
While you cough
He's tripping balls
Falling off the couch
I'm leaning on the wall
Trying to remember
How to frigging walk
This life takes too long
And the days are drawn
To a thin line all wrong
And we all know that I
Do a bit better when
I'm trashed and high
We wear sunglasses at night
We drink and smoke till dawn
Singing off key till it's alright
Till worry is more than gone
We stumble, drunk and gleeful
Towards a hazy future that
Is both ugly and beautiful
And somehow we'll manage
Somehow, we'll cope
Somehow, we'll damage
Everything good in us.
My Merry Band of Anarchists
My pub rats and bar crawlers
Beautiful little bratty misfits
In the living room sprawled
I love you, you amazing bastards
So much I'll help to destroy you.
I do a little better with
A little something mixed
Cause this life is too much
Without being a bit f***** up.
Because the irony is this;
We are all f***** up in the end
Just waiting to exit stage left.
Copyright 2010
Whatever. Just felt like getting that out. Feel free to comment.
We'll warm up with cocktails
Don't chug that, friend
No one mixes for you
Screwdrivers, Cape Cods
Like you know I do
Upping the ante now
Here comes the pipe
Gasp, hack, and wow
Get your hands off
The hookah's mine
While you cough
He's tripping balls
Falling off the couch
I'm leaning on the wall
Trying to remember
How to frigging walk
This life takes too long
And the days are drawn
To a thin line all wrong
And we all know that I
Do a bit better when
I'm trashed and high
We wear sunglasses at night
We drink and smoke till dawn
Singing off key till it's alright
Till worry is more than gone
We stumble, drunk and gleeful
Towards a hazy future that
Is both ugly and beautiful
And somehow we'll manage
Somehow, we'll cope
Somehow, we'll damage
Everything good in us.
My Merry Band of Anarchists
My pub rats and bar crawlers
Beautiful little bratty misfits
In the living room sprawled
I love you, you amazing bastards
So much I'll help to destroy you.
I do a little better with
A little something mixed
Cause this life is too much
Without being a bit f***** up.
Because the irony is this;
We are all f***** up in the end
Just waiting to exit stage left.
Copyright 2010
Whatever. Just felt like getting that out. Feel free to comment.