My Last Tequila - Face Down

One’s life is hard enough

To fear the strain or the gun

Live by the only rules, the rule of survival!

The rule of compassion!

Born with a gun in hand

To fend for yourself and your other

Take the bar, one last time, one last order

One last tequila!

Take the stairs, from side to side

Fall back, back to the starting line

To the lap, of a black haired, black haired beauty

So hypnotized, by those bright, bright green eyes

Grabs my hand and leads the way

Takes me up to the room

Takes my clothes off and throws me to the bed

Eight hours later I wake up without a piece

Return to the bar, another order

Another tequila!

Days pass by relentlessly, every one a reflection

Of the other, monotonous is my burden

Symphonic sound of the piano playing

Just to be disturbed by the slamming doors

Silence overcome like the black of night

Light disappears behind shadows glaring

Ambiance of terror

Shivers down the spine

Petrified still

As the heart starts racing

Stand up and face the truth, without fear

Negotiate for peace, without fear

Always stand your ground, without fear

Draw the gun in time, without fear

Stand up to the bar, again in time, again an order

Again a tequila!

Days pass by relentlessly, every one a reflection

Of the other, monotonous is my burden

The sound of the footsteps, like whispering wind

Impossible to close my eyes

Stand up to the bar, my last time, my last order

My last tequila!