Heading the Mixer to go ahead. Rushing 'til the end. 

Alive with my dreams, but they die as it seems.

Pour me a help yell, before the day becomes the hell.

Behaving like a punk, I smoke in the rank.

Drunk person of me acts I'm rich ignoring the edge of the ditch.

Popped in for a beer to talk to those say 'come here'.

I've to clean my Martens' shoes 'cause no steps left to lose. 

Drunkness is not a crime and at the cops I can still smile.

If the life gives me nights it means I’ve to enjoy each bites.