Bottles smashing, noses cracking
head splitting, eyes blackening
the fight is taking its toll,
the bouncers are on the roll.
Mouths are open wide,
to the horror inside.
6 on 1, the end is done,
all out for a night of fun
Black boots, red faces
small faces, big chases
May my eyes open one day,
to the cold chills in the summer may.
One day maybe,
But not today.
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