another saturday night

[the orange soda kid]

at a round wooden table, wobbly legs i sit
shots of rum next to liquor poured from kegs i sip
contemplating life, its ifs ands and butts
tobacco smoke on my hands, smellin' like butts
marlboro's most likely, a crumpled old pack
pull a bent one out, and a zippo from the back
pocket slipped in right next to my wallet
seeing double - ****faced, what do you call it?
light the light hoping it'll show me the light
prob not, just depression, just like last night
wait - what - i can't smoke here? thought this was manhattan
bouncer gets heated, my fault, i was just asking
another shot then, soco, yea two of those
put 'em back real quick, then prop the elbows
back up on the table, put my face in my hands
pretty girls here and there - none mine - gotdamn
sam cooke said it best - another saturday man