No additional charges

This looks like fun, and it's for a good cause. I want to go.

But I can’t because it’s already tomorrow. I missed it,

biscuit in my mouth, home with the wife and kids.

I don’t get out and I don’t miss it start out at the bar

wind up in jail I’d hate to know how many times. Drunk

on beer, drunk on wine, drunk, drunk way more than half

of me crazy, alone in that cell, screaming at Satan. And wake

to the men in the cell across the way who figure out that I was

the one screaming all night.