Snowball

Whisky or any other drink
Help me not to wish for
A bullet on my head
When i walk these streets

Like horses in an infinite jockey race
Little utopian podiums for all the damage
Being drunk is what i have chosen
To live the darkest time

One more bottle and laught
I need at least an anesthetic
Tomorrow more news
And the same ritual
I don't wanna be here to see the last
Human works.