There is no Odyssey.

There's no Penelope, 

just maids and suitors.

Take this gun from me.

Let all the angels see, 

this intoxicated, barely breathing 

debauchery.


No, there is no Odyssey.

There's no Penelope, 

just maids and suitors.

Take this gun from me.

Let all the angels see, 

this intoxicated, barely breathing 

debauchery.


And they all came marching in

with the mass artillery, 

and they won't consider thee.

You're nothing but a

cocktail hour with an open bar 

and the dance floor is

begging for your feet.

And the maids all ruminate.

Your intentions dissipate.

12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar...

you just had to take.