No, There is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope,
Just maids and suitors
Please,
Take this gun from me
And let all the angels see,
This intoxicated
No, there is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope,
Just maids and suitors
Please,
Take this gun from me
And let all the angels see,
This intoxicated, barely breathing
Debauchery
With the mass artillery,
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar
With the mass artillery,
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a
Cocktail hour with an open bar
And the dance floor is
Begging for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
Your intentions dissipate
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar
You just had to take