Alcohol_
Mind overtures_
Death sorted out_
I love a drink in the early sun
It gives a tingle to my dandy
Near the outskirts of town
On highways of broken bottles
With insects crawling over in envy
My rhythm is a curious flavour
It mixes different juices
Into one
Out comes a sign of non horror_scopes
A glass with 2000 words
On the way to a pre meeting
In the eternal bottle store
I know the body dont take too kindly
To evil juice pumping in veins
Through your miracle highway
I know it! Bad in every sense of the word_
Health_
I know its a social disease that kills
Families as we know them
But when I open something
I know where its going
And the reason for psycho realism
Is not to be scared of a derogatory analysis
There for self inflicting expansion
Is the jurisdiction for party up
Write ya words
Dont fuck no one around
Be your inner self
And disease is a second thought
Alcohol_
My friend so far
If I'm your enemy
I'll give a second thought
And write a verse
Of the sun with no shade.