he thinks he’s smart, the guy in the bar
he picks up his keys, heads to his car
he slips as he stands, falls to the floor
he gets up, fumbles as he opens the door
he gets to his car, drops the key
will he get home tonight safely
he climbs into his seat, behind the wheel
starts it up, saying to himself no big deal'
he puts the car into gear
driving he has no fear
he takes off fast, driving off the curb
he comes to a light, lets out a burp
as he pukes down on his chest
still thinking he knows what’s best
as he’s cussing, the light changes red
drinking, is something he will soon dread
thinking it's the brake, he hits the gas
he runs the light, he's to going to fast
he finally gets home, all safe and sound
climbs out of his car, falls asleep on the ground
wakes up in the morning, stinking, sick and weak
swears he won’t drink again, then comes next week
he thinks he’s smart, the guy in the bar
he picks up his keys, heads to his new car
he gets to his car, he drops the key
BUT, will he get home tonight safely?
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