Gallivanting on a Few Cans of Piss-Poor Beer
Lonely star at night, Won't you guide my feet so light? For the dark's my kryptonite And I'm feeling pretty shite. Yes, the twelfth can of Stella might Have crossed the border; wrong to right, Though to you I'm only slight Like a gnat, or tick or mite, And the streets are oh so quiet This liquid courage gives me might Fuck it, I'll try to start a fight. Oh god, lonely star at night Won't you guide my feet so light? For i truly feel I might Be sick in this bin again tonight.