Salty Cocktail of Regrets

In the purple haze of the bar room you muse lustful moves like the true artist you are you stumble but find yourself in the midst of shipwrecks swaying to the trash band of suburban artifacts the dance floor groans like a wooden sailboat in a hurricane pot smoke belly aches too much acid messes with your head your sailor escorts you like a tugboat down the wonky lane where in the backseat of his Cadillac you swallow the salty cocktail of regrets dawn breaks and you'll do it all again tonight.