Bottle of Whiskey thrown at the wall at a hundred and five
The burning of my brain asking why im still alive
Watching it crash and burn with the burning as it goes down
The reality of sobriety in a pissed off frown
Leaning back on the back wheel as I pass up the law
Flipping off Johnny Law turning his head my finger he never saw
A cop close to his pension not wanting to give chase
Looking for trouble and anyone to race
Hell tried to corner me one hot and sweaty night
Wanting anyone to throw down with just an honest little fight
Three fat and bloated demons walking to me with a grin
Sending them to the pavement they took it on the chin
Taking the waitress by the waist and showing her my good time
Feeling her knee directly on my manhood I knew it was time
With a limp in my step, pushing my left one back into place
I give those losers another chance to give chase
You can't catch me, not tonight or tomorrow
Throw that dinero down asking the devil if you could borrow
Keeping my wallet fat, so I can waste another litre
You can't catch me fool, even if you were a cheater
Keep wasting your money, as your female gives me that look
Hopping on my bike, I got her caught with line, sinker and hook
© Dale A Martinez