I)
The night starts,
Laughter,
smiles,
suggestive glances
As we decide who we want to fuck.
Moving from bar to club to bar,
buy the brain killer,
You want another? No? Yer?, ok sure.
If no one drinks we’re all in hell together anyway.
Either way we signed the deal, to release reality from our small minded heads.
We’ve called the devil in to bring the night to climax.

II)
As we swallow poison on the poison, glassy eyes.
Then we are all fucking in our heads,
Imaginging orgies and being tied at the wrists.
Push eachother to false love for a night. It’s all rather funny.

III)
No one remembers eachothers names but that’s no matter-
as we call one person babe, the next one babe, and all the ones- babe.
Relevancy is not a commodity here.
It’s all about the stories which are funny, the antics which are stupid.
Either way they make sense in this hazy night.

IIII)
As the devil flies over head we bump and grind, crush against eachother in sweat and sex.
Cocks hard and pussies wet.
It’s not the feelings that count now; all abstinance, all sound beliefs- on right and wrong – over turned.

IIIII)
Stomaches are swirling but who cares, another poison will take that away.
Another hand, rubbing wherever, rubbing the body, rubbing.