Burma

It's just a bag of low denomination coins, man
Don't start thinking you're He-Man..or Jesus
All seems quiet up in the front seat there
This vodka is so expertly decanted, I surprise myself sometimes, man
Those strange gadgets you use to communicate with your spouse are creeping me out, man
And I just coughed a thick liqueur mist onto your headrest
I let a tiny slither of guilt chew my stomach lining a while
But hurled it from the window when you started calling me a prick
Under your breath
Pull over
I'm going to Burma