Alamo Alcoholico

I've got to make every drink count,

surounded, up against a wall...how

much more inspiration 'till I run out

of ammunition? I measure my life

by the shot, but I'm losing my aim,

my desire, and my fear of falling

in battle, forgotten the cause...

cause?

Barely Alive Old Mens' Club...

"I want my world within reach..."

"Let's have a Carnival in my body

Apocalypso of Old Age Crisis...

We could join ISIS, the Carnival

of violence." (with many party favors

of money, women and weapons...)

Yes, because this train is out of 

control...and, won't stop 'till 

it runs out of track.