We were getting high,
the night we scored.
I had reddened eyes,
the night we scored.

I was feeling fine,
verging on sublime.
Eating like pigs
on the night we gorged.

I had several pies,
the night we gorged,
and a ton of fries,
the night we gorged.

Drank a case of beer,
feeling full of cheer.
Eating like swine.
on the night we gorged.

That night was a night it seemed would never go by.
When I think that that whole lid is gone, I want to cry.

Now we can’t get high;
we find no more.
My chest heaves, I sigh…
must try and score.

We’ll be feeling fine,
in a quite short time.
Seeking a lid
will be tonight’s chore.

Also out of beer;
we’ll bring some more here.
Might ’s well get some wine,
but won’t buy port.

We made all our buys—
some at the store.
Can’t resist some pies—
I’ll buy some more.

Then I’m filled with fear,
’cause there’s a cop near.
We’re put in the clink—
then lineup, court.

Jury find a tort.