21

hey Buddy, we've got Your pal

Look closely:

There is no way out

And You sure as hell aren't getting in

This game will end in a stalemate

Stale like the smell of cigarettes embedded deep

In the fabric of your cheap "non-smoking" hotel room

Hidden deeper in the more expensive ones

Don't worry, because what else is hidden and forgiven...

your sins...

...your reverence for lights and 

numbers like 21 and $600 bottles of vodka

So you can sit on the inside, buddy.

It's cool. That girl rubbing up against your leg

who you will bail on at 8:13AM when the light starts

creeping under the curtain we use to keep Him out

actually is someone's daughter.

But it's cool. She didn't care about you either.

So you're good. you won.

you'll have a story to tell your son when he's...umm, 21.

***

Look at them:

All lined up trying to drive out of here

Sick of it all

Hungover from comped vodka tonics

Grasping for last week's moral conscience

Pouring headlights into the abyss

they can't leave

Turn right or left, but 

you can't stay on the narrow path

Turn right or left and loop right back around

you feel me inside of you?

That's the magiC, baby

it all stays here, but it stays with you, too.

And yeah,

we saw you steal away into that unlit corner on the strip

and kiss her passionately

You kissed her hard in that pouring Rain

but we took that too. 

'cause you'll come back wanting it again

but you won't find it

don't worry, though, 40 years from now when you are still

looking

we'll buy you a drink at that blackjack table where you 

squander your grandkids' college fund.

if you have grandkids.

this ain't no walk on the wildside here, baby

because it's all wild. 

that's your passsssss...past, present, and future.

now swallow it.

***

i see You

i see You all the time behind that gate

Trying to help that girl who is stumbling over

her heels, her words, her fatherless past

She's all mine, Bro

she's all mine...

here you go, baby, here's another $500 

to snort or shoot up

as i pass you about in the darkness

falsely lit by the beautiful neon stars

twinkling on the painted concrete trees

wish i may, wish i might

see you fail yet another night

a dark spot on his heart

a tarred corner of his soul

you'll still give it up for the next dude

'cause this is rock n' roll

hey, don't let that Guy in!
that's right, we've got His pal

haha, it's cool, bro. no One cares about her.

so you're good. you won.

you'll have a story to tell your son when he's 21.