Life- styles....
Sell me a watch.
Study, my agony...
Sell me some scotch.
Labeled drinks, lacking shelf value,
Pay for the boom, twist a cap and drive a cork through you!
A tale was spun,
Tall and sinister,
Drown with crutches, lean, cocktail, will you administer....?
Life, impale, me with a care,
Berryman said don\'t trust me alone.
Thus I can\'t trust anyone.
Well I filled that hole,
Two thick thighs.
Laid em down, stop.... Fool!
Coffee to go ma\'am,
With some cream,
I think I\'ll go.....
Take the cream