Where was I last night? I remember the street
And the wallpaper - patterns of flowers
I know Katy was there, and her friend I did meet
I made out with both in the shower

Since this day begun
They’ve been telling me
Of the things I have done
Last night way past three

Said I swore at a nun
Said I fired my gun
Dancing naked I screamed
"I’m a general’s son!"

Then I tore open my shirt, and pounded my chest
Speaking harsh and accusing words
And the guests could not get one minute of rest
Between my endless cycles of chords

And then I said "It is late
Time to turn up the pase"
Started smashing the plates
Grabbed the new crystal vase

Spun around and threw
It out to the street
And watched as it flew
At the concrete

Half the night they kept quiet, but then thought of a plan
- I drove them right to the end of patience -
Jumped at me together, started tying my hands
Before I tore down the house’s foundations

One spat at my eyes
One poured booze down my throat
And some dancing guy
Kicked like a goat

And seeing me on the ground
Amidst the debree
The young widow frowned
As she looked at me

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Where was I last night? I can’t find it today
I just remember these patterns of flowers
But my broken face, it is here to stay
No one shall forget these last hours

If this story is true
Even if half is a lie
Then all I can do
Is lie down and die

But the young widow smiled
And pardoned my sin
Despite my lifestyle
Asked me to move in