how did i let death escape from my mind
somewhere between drink eight and drink nine
on a slow but determined track to the men's room
through the minefield of drunks, awaiting a boom

circumcised christians tossing back beers
fat girls in short skirts practicing cheers
veterans of perished artillery brigades
slamming musicians born decades too late

i'm a prince loudly yielding the throne
as if i decided this all on my own
no parents, no preachers, no books filled with lies
convinced me of how i will live out my life