Burn me up light me down
The cigarette ash has been found
In a beer by my glass
Two shots of Jose Cuervo
Another shot of crown
In this loaded bar
The most hopping place in town
*
Call me old fashioned but a pipe and bourbon relaxes my spirits
Give me another shot of any old whiskey to flick the hair of the dog that bit me.
Git to it!
*
The bartender's burning coal
Shaking glasses
as a bar room brawl unfolds
Broken sticks bounce off chicks
The 8 ball lands in a corner pocket
As my jaw gets fixed
*
Ball breaking teases never pleases (oomph) getting kicked in the nads
But Anthrax likes to toss his powder around like some weapon of mass destruction and destroys everything in his path but we're having a f*ckin ball building
it up and tearin it down
*
Rivals are as rivals do
A turf war in this bar tends to brew
~But~
Mike n I, we hang tight
Sipping Jim n plucking darts
Sticking those as our foes
Laughing at the drunken jokes
*
Foot in my crotch what's that stick Ἵ doing there this ain't not ice hockey
Gotta help my bro out of scrape ain't it cool this is great
*
Spurs jingle
Through the dusty smoke
This Dodge city can eat some crow ὂ‍⬛
Our wrinkled vests n John Wayne swings ὄᾑ
Seem to be the antidote
We ride south after killing
the richest bloke

(Collaboration between @I_Am_Michael and Words of Anthrax)


© Lyle Richards II
©I_Am_Michael