Sabbaticosis

Roll’em up and burn’em down
Give’em shots, all around
Like titans set upon the unsuspecting gods
A rising force liberated with nothing to lose
No filters, just ghosts of smoke, whispy brain’d and wandering
No inhibitions, just knee-deep, shit-faced pondering
Pick your poison and roll your fancy
Pick your poison and roll your fancy

Nine and three, twilight in
When all afloat on spirits and smoke
The blurring of the world is welcomed
With a shot and a toke
Ten high, a czar, and the licorice stag,
It’s the age of kings, not mere men
Riddles, rhymes, and questions - me or you?
Waterfalls flow to heaven, make a rule
The drapes let down just like the restraints
Such a terribly social engagement
Leave all worries at the door
Leave all worries at the door

It’s a private affair,
In an apathetic town
It’s underage and illicit
So keep your voices down
It’s there for you when you need
To let the world and worries go
Don’t abuse the privilege
Lest you be kicked high and dry
Lest you be kicked high and dry

Everyone’ll be there, all the cool cats,
Even Tommy shows up from time to time
Yeah, when you’re here you're on retreat
And in the best of drug induced, beer soaked company
So show up late or early, pissed or pleased
No matter your ills, they’ll all be eased
This way of life will become an addiction
This way of life will become an addiction