Let’s drink, be merry,
And don’t be tame.
Your life’s a penny
for me to aim.

You, in felt breeches,
let’s make a bet:
I’ll shoot long distance,
you at point-blank.

Let’s get it started,
I’m not afraid.
Must hit a target:
The ace of spades!

Well, you were aiming
at point-blank range,
But I’m a sniper,
and you’re small change.

Where can you cover?
My shot is lead!
Nine points: your body,
and ten’s your head!

And like an ink drop
on sheets so white,
That night descended
upon my life.