It's no fun no more

Drinking raw rum in the night, heading straight for

The life of a bum, scum feeding off of crumbs

Smoking stumps, numb at the gums

Indifferent to the glum

Fate of no faith

To a state where it's too late for greatness

But I have faith the greatest stages, are still miles and ages away, I pray with patience

For the greatest places to be still be mine to take and rule for ages

For blank pages to write on

For the best songs to still be waiting to be sung

Biggest calls still waiting to be rung

I fear looking at the sky, should I find

That the clouds have been darkening like stains for hours

Like something's gonna to fall like rain and it won't be flowers

In the face of power, cowards cower

Behind the same old antiquated standards

Vandals summing up life in a banner

Scandalous. Morals in shambles,

Hold on to your handle or get trampled, I wouldn't gamble

(Vad var det?)

That would be the beat

Past few nights I've been hearing it in my sleep

The words used to seep through my mind

Now the rhymes come in heaps, in no time

But it ain't cheap

Walking in thinking: this is not a party,

Just some girls drinking, starting

Troubled young girls, on the brink of stardom.

Subtle modest models wrinkling at the bottom of the bottles, like

In the earliest and dirtiest Bukowski novels.

Half histrionic, and the other half dishonest

Heart on sleeve stoics, getting intimate

With Beat, tongue in cheek poets

And they all know it:

Disaster written all over it,

No matter how pure the motive is.

Done picking her brain apart

It's time to break it off, time to break another heart

Here's to hoping that she's not

Prone to melodrama

But it seems I'm impervious to such trivial problems

Such trivial problems