Текст песни Drunken Poet's Dream

I got a woman who's wild as Rome

She likes bein' naked and gazed upon

She crosses a bridge, she sets in on fire

She lands like a bird on a telephone wire

I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream

I'm gonna get me some mescaline

And then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline

It's a drunken poet's dream

There's some money on the table and a pistol on the floor

A few paperback books by Louis L'Amour

Whisky bottles are scattered like last night's clothes

With cigarettes and papers and Oreos

My harmonica's got a busted reed

My lips are chapped and about to bleed

She says, that's nothing, when she was a kid
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She danced with the dead at the pyramids

I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream

I'm gonna get me some mescaline

Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline

It's a drunken poet's dream

Now I'll never pay back my student loan

Smellin' like Coors and cheap cologne

She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day

She says dyin' to get into heaven's just not our way

I'm gonna hollar and I'm gonna scream

I'm gonna get me some mescaline

Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline

It's a drunken poet's dream

I got a woman who's wild as Rome

She likes bein' naked and gazed upon