Bad Night

Bad Night
Fists of fury he did not posess
Ass kicked and lying on dirty street
Blood on his teeth and in his eyes
Someone had spit on his new birthday shirt

All made for one unpleasant evening
Police came and hauled ass away
In a stinking cell with two inches of urine on floor
Stains the socks (Bastards take the shoes)

Confiscate cigarettes and laugh at your bloody faces
Cockroaches big as thumbs own the place
Not what he had in mind for birthday
Fun parts over, now wait for the end