One night at a bar, I took a drink from a glass

Realized it was alcohol, and became an ass

Blacked out and fell, and tripped on my feet

Stumbling and crying, alone in the dark street

Then I found myself, with a knife by my side

Wiped off the silver, the blood I thought dried

The bright blue lights came, and drove me away

Making sure I didn’t see the light, of the next day

The judge did yell, and threw the book at thee

Why didn’t anyone listen, or care about me

I paid the hefty, high placed necessary bail

Walked home, with a huge tear, and a wail

It seems that night, someone else had a drink

Took a mate to that street, had time to think

About his plan, to put that bloody knife, near me

But someone saw him, and by that I was set free