Might throw some fuel on the fire tonight
Might throw away my god-given insight
If the boys were in back in town
I’d buy em all a round, WATCH ME
Leave the couch, and be a socialite, WERE

Drinkin dark & stormys, little dynamite
Pro-Tip, Probly Take my advice

Its heading straight southbound

Shot for shot, pound for pound
Ounce for ounce, If im being more concise

Mightve, Spent all my Franklins at midnight

Seems my Better judgment flew a kite... might be the

Devils playground

But I’m an ol booze hound, AND TWAS THAT

Attitude, that really expedited

My liver and my ego seem to have re-united

Who turned off all the lights

Some canucks gave me a crown

No way in hell, im backing down,

gonna Show my true colors, a wisconsinite!

And In the Morning, it Might Come to light, DIDNT

Need that 4th shot of Snake bite

 Now the liquor’s outbound

Thank god im home, not downtown, to play that
Age-old game of, Wheres my shiite

Now im too low on shame & electrolytes

While my head & brain, start to fight

No bright lights, or loud sound

Back on the wagon / disavowed

On this yalobusha 45