Coca-Cola

Coca-Cola, drink up past dawn, play us another song on the six string guitar; watch the virgins lose themselves in nighttime and watch me fall in love. Coca-Cola, drink up, and smoke another cigarette, watch the whores flick you off for looking at them the wrong way... watch night fade to dark, the tattooed girls with big asses showing leg and drinking spiked Coca-Cola. It's only a Wednesday night too... no work in the morning, just sit on the same park bench, stand at the same graffiti covered corner of the shut down city blocks and watch as rotting souls and impure girls and boys lose themselves to reality, and a cup of Coca-Cola to go around, in the mouth, in the lungs, in the stomach, in the liver, in the guts, in the heart, and in the mind, oh yes, in the dirty mind of us all. Drink up, enough to go around a thousand years, someone buy a pack of smokes, Johnny Boy gets a bottle of red and white wine, and those cute, ink colored girls get the coca cola, I'm thirsty. And there is enough poetry to make a grown man weak, and a wise man wiser, and a pussy get wet. Live it up, we don't have long, pass it along, pass it all 'round and live life, enjoy the show played by fools, and watch them all be fooled over and over again. pass the coca cola... I'm thirsty.