Hell of a Night
It's been a hell of a night
It burns.
Something not right
The devil.
He wants us all
Cursed
those blind on the floor
Big bodies.
They surround the entry door
The only way.
To enter you must submit to there authority
Blasphemy.
With whiskey in my hand
Praying.
To take the spirit in
Amen.
Full of rye and full of sin.
Yes the moon's shadow is closing in.
An empty look. In all our eyes.
I feel the gin all around
The room spins
And lips have lies
It's been a hell of a night all round.
Just starting to begin
Still.
Something is just not right..
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