I went to the worst of bars hoping to get
Killed but all I could do was to
Get drunk again
Worse, the bar patrons even ended up
Liking me there I was trying to get
Pushed over the dark edge
And I ended up with free drinks
While somewhere else some poor
Son-of-a-bitch was in a hospital bed
Tubes sticking out all over him
As he fought like hell to live
Nobody would help me die as
The drinks kept coming
As the next day waited for me
With it's steel clamps its stinking
Anonymity its incogitant
Attitude death doesn't always
Come running when you call
It not even if you
Call it from a shining
Castle or from an ocean liner
Or from the best bar on earth (or the
Worst) such impertinence
Only makes the gods hesitate and
Delay ask me: I'm
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