Hey there, you got a half pint of some whiskey in a glass.
Drink it up and be the night.
Somewhere, a man cries out for serendipity to pass.
Kneel down, you neophyte!
Mohair, the only carpeting that
I can stand when I'm pressuring knees.
I'm moving back and a fourth by eight degrees.
I'm thanking you as the man I get to please.

'Crying,' an Orbison tune that reminds me of a time
When I thought that I could be
Dying. The blood that's in my lungs shot a single, dotted line
Through the back door. Happily
sighing, the Percocet is working.
I got gobs of the dopamine withdrawl.
The symptoms flash like a pretty disco ball.
You got at that Spencer's Gift inside the mall.

Take a bet. Enter it, arrogant, internet,
cigarette-smoking soakers in their folks' interest and
Fool me once, I'm a dunce. Residence resonance,
Evidence to the tube of soothing ooze for severance and
Be a jerk. Get to work like a turk. Use some torque.
Stick a fork in my cork. What a sport! It's a tort!
I'll abort! All aboard! I'm adored like the Doors
On all fours. Open sores put a sore in the whore.

Pressure. You gotta get past what the zone can do to you.
Be a man and push it through.
Leisure, the time in your life when your interest is renewed.
Make it soft, but make it crude.
Measure your penis in the mirror.
My expression's the length in centimetres
Wearing nothing but silky, blue wife beaters.
Shit, we got on an episode of Cheaters.

Trenchant, an observation that you make and then regret.
Shake it off an start again.
Pension, a whale of a time that you'd rather just forget.
See it through and be the end.
Tension, I feel it in my ballsack.
Back and forth like a big-ass fuck machine.
You wish your eyes were a shade of Evergreen.
You wish the guys wouldn't be so fucking mean.