walked far downtown
at the door, turned around
knuckle dusters follow us
cut a left and lost the schmucks
drop down a doubleshot
the chaser made my face hot
we undo our collars then
huddle up and smoke pot
we eat food, we lose shit,
i throw up a sandwich,
face on a toilet seat
half-have a violent fit
drink till whenever,
we kept on going later
until we hit a deadend
4 was the time, and,
the sun was coming up too
tommy had an interview,
wasted a night till
the sky fuckin turned blue
9 is the time and
sam's got the bends again,
tommy's straightend up but
his knuckles look all fucked up
stopped past the breakfast club
ordered a bacon sub
five cups of coffee did
absolutely nuh-thing
time to chuck the dummy said
billy with a smashed head
bleeding on a pamphlet
his white shirt was half red
we shuffle out the front door
dirt forming on the floor
the owner looks and shakes her head
and someone whispers "fuckin whore.."
