Goodnight

Oh yeah, girl, you keep me off the ground
With a spin on my head
Hmmm

The skyline leans, tips, and turns
I gotta sleep low,
Take me to my bed, please

Them demons are not easily appeased
My unflinching nerve,
I'll hear verse sung of my chivalry

Oh, you can drop my stained trainers right here on the side
Be good to leave one foot on the floor for me

The evening rose up from a lull to meet its urgency
A tremor ran down through the company
A few stood down, others fell, or saw their, saw their chance to leave
And easily, men taller and broader than me

I lined the shots and chasers up, and lined them up again
In the order served by a legion of serving men
I lit the fumes and vapours, and scorched the bristles off my chin
Then hurled each down the rank and ravenous den