Number 9 "Take my money" is all I think He looks at the earring "Fag" he mumbles I don`t mind, he`s fat No one likes him Life`s too short
I pass a table of black girls with short hair They look like, men They all look the same
I can hear the strobe now It`s loud and the music`s too bright
I look for my friends but I can`t remember if I came alone or, not doesn`t matter though There`s hundreds of people who have waited all their lives No doubt to be my friend *cough cough*
And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other`s faces
I bark to the bartender He gives me a placebo I`m so young he tells me to be here I nod and swallow the bland drink
Then I stumble several times near a crowd and they think I`m a good dancer
I hear a girl tell anther girl that some girl she knows watched a....girl Puke in the toilet I smile in their general direction
The good looking one comes over and bites my cheek It hurts and I start to hit her But she`s grinning And I can see my blood on her teeth And I pull her to me My place or yours? "The gutter will be fine," she confesses As we walk out She takes another bite from my cheek And I smile at the fat man By the door
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