Rum and Roofies

Pour me a big glass Mr. Bartender,
because the men here are all creeps.

Pour me another one, Mr. Bartender,
because I can still feel my feet.

Pour me another one, Mr. Bartender,
because the world is starting to spin.

Pour me another one, Mr. Bartender,
because I am going to leave with this man
who's breath smells of Gin.

Hand me the bottle, Mr. Bartender,
because it is my only friend tonight.

Call me a cab Anyone,
because I have just lost my sight.

My legs have gone limp now,
and my body fells like dead weight times two.
I hate the Gin man, because he hates me too.
The roofie fizzles inside my cup of rum,
and i know that if I drink this now,
my life may be done

But I have no other alternative,
God knows theres nothing left for me to do.

So I choke down my glass of Rum with something else,
and sight goes black,
my ears go silent,
and I pray that I may never wake up.