Got in Line and Drank Some Wine

Got in line and drank some wine
had a hard time finding mine
drank some more wine almost went blind
Got a shine like old times
Feeling bitter as a lime
I took time to examine my whine
Found out it wasn’t even mine
I picked it up being too kind
Didn’t even mind
That I was pickled like watermelon rind
Looking for a sign
From a fake red head, a bare naked lady
A sexy sister named Sadie
Turned the corner found the girl of my dreams
She was dead in a crime scene
Blood spilt from her spleen
Covered her body with my best gaberdeen
Pawn shop shoppin for porn
No interest in the children in the corn
Knew their bit part dialog before they were born
Need a good job it’s been done before
Pop and soda promos all a bore
Make it quick sell it fast
Future full of pumping gas
if you’re lucky
fixing more dents than Bucky
still looking for the right fit I am
sharpened opener ready for the right can
with peaches so sweet
to knock me off my feet
sweetness as you know
gives me the high pro glow
never made it to Mexico
Too much Tang in my Tango
Insulin shock mouth dry trauma
Still time to visit baby’s momma
Two places at once my heads in a fog
Never got off the couch with her muthafuckin dog
Back in the hoopty dodging troopers
Almost traded my loot for a pooper scooper
Man I gotta figure the range on this trigger
Cause if I pull it can’t take back the bullet
Trying to manipulate another state
Mad cow mad like I never had
Better chill on this
Impose my will on this?
Will make me kill on this
And I ain’t no Bushwick Bill on this
Words on paper…………from here to Russia……………………....miss you Nick, miss you Crusher
peace

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