who could keep up with that

The night
was hotter than
a hash-oil hot knife
He just wanted to drink
and get drunk
that's all he
wanted to do
Her asshole looked like
it had been in a train wreck
it was hungry
with pain
Long neck wine bottles
and candle stick past
Who could keep up with that?
He just wanted to drink
and get drunk
thats all he wanted to do
His writing was getting dark
His art, piled in the corner
His truck was at the side of the road
with a crack in the glass
and a bottle half through
He just wanted to drink
and get drunk
thats all he wanted to do