Stumbling Testicles

Here I am trying to avoid
Ever having to say a single word
Everything seems so menacing
And I'm in desperate need of a friend
But all the ways I try to convey
That notion just seems to offend
Not in reality but in my head
Which for some reason ain't where it started

Marching off the deepest end
Far away from the screaming
Like drunken demons that started teething
Not mindful where they vent

The bathroom is scary
Too many ducks
Intently staring at my butt
And why the hell this ridiculous motif
And who keeps on missing the goddamn seat
I can't go under all these eye
Rubber painted orange smiles
They float on the water now in the air
And that's about when I got out of there

Now Millie looks just like a cop on every single approach
But he understands me about the ducks
So he's good in my book
In this state of random change
I am lucid but the woods are strange
My comfort has been revoked
Not confident enough to hear a word like
Death Death
Happy thoughts less I get caught hooked on a word like
Death Death
Don't mind the breath because when I do I choke
You're looking
Red Red
Get me a drink and for god sakes call them off

This one's trying to fuck and it's not apparent why
This one claims a virtue but it's written off as lies
I'll just shrug and dig my heels
In what looks like some flawed ideals
Happiness a misstep away
She mistook me
And then took me away
But you know right now
I need another
Get me the bartender
Because he's my brother
But all he'd said was
"How much did you eat?"
And that wasn't a figure
I was gonna repeat
'cause acknowledging what I had done
Would have given the bad trip validity

"Why don't you go play guitar"
Why would you wanna put this on stage?
It's the worst show on fucking earth
Stumbling testicles
I'm deranged

I jumped up and offed the shoes
In the chair and rocked them loose
Sanity nowhere to be found
Luckily hours later I came down

Back to a safe place so it seemed
Then again I heard the screams
So I ducked into what appeared
A happy place still serving beer

Larry's bar doesn't have any hours
It just pops in and out of existence
But he makes a mean white russian
As does the bar wench

Kayla's cute sitting in my lap
When a cock-blocking few start to scrap
The smaller of the two starting some crap
With the object of their fight
Rub'n up on Zack

'cause he's the man regardless of fists
And ping pong tables never win
Against the all-encompassing wrath
Of too much stress and an Absinthe bath
But I got mine and he's got his
And black eyes around for the discontent
Cement pig-headed fucking bitches
Swinging cocks of inhibition
Welcome to Milton, wipe your shoes
We got plenty of beer and plenty of Shrooms
'cause what happens in Vegas we don't care
'cause stranger shit has happened here