"DRINKIN' STINKIN'"

 

I'm just a little drinkin' stinkin'

thinkin' like an alcoholic

sittin' shittin' spittin'

on the floor 'cause I'm bucolic

broken lungs keep tokin'

chokin' on the pot I'm smokin'

numbness just a token

of the addiction I'm provokin'

a case

a bass

a nice soft place

chocolate cupcakes in my face

an erratic heartbeat just a trace

of my body turnin' into waste

I wonder if that dope was laced?

loosely like a high top shoe

or tightly like a too dry screw

the one thing that I know is true

is bein' drunk ain't nuthin' new

so how about some whiskey too!

CC on plastic please

don't you mind I'm on my knees

I'm just lookin' for my keys

and buildin' cardboard trees

deep inside cities

you can measure out your life in beers

you can measure out your life in tokes

you can measure out your life in years

or count it out in lines of coke

but I'm reachin' for a Busch

pussy in aluminum

but all the cans are empty so I go into the kitchen

where tequilla waits for me

the worm of genius swimming 'round

tryin' to break free

helpin' me to see

tequilla blanco en Mexico hecho

for five hundred pesos it makes me macho

and tastes like the desert

and the rattlesnake's bite

and the scorpion's sting

and the frozen night

and the cactus' prick

and the coyote's howl

and the mescal trip

that reveals it all

so pretty soon

I'll pass out

but it'll be clear beyond a doubt

that a beer I won't be without

when I wake up

tomorrow afternoon