Arsonists Get All The Girls
Skiff for the Suits
I'll just get the oarsAnd push myself right offHow could I hold myself liableUnder such madness, do pray tellFaces of bottles read through the nightSwaying in context, warning lightYet another patron is dedicatedTo this last jamIt's only 40 seconds till the show beginsWatch the screaming squabble of drunken stateSon, another grayscale of apathy in such a placeNot much time for reaction if one is wakeFor fear of contracting such vile tasteThis has been the last timeHe'll leave here almost deadly undonePre-empt of fear10 seconds now till the curtain is raisedCold sweat seeps from his liquored browNo one to throw the ringOne foot of water nowIn panic stricken reigned he forgets how to swimI'll scratch another from the cleansing postIt's almost a rush to reach for the bladeIt goes from shame to shambles in less than daysNatural selection with a shove I'll take it from here.
From Letras Mania