It was dark out, I was half-dead.
I saw a star fall into the sky,
like a chunk of thrown coal,
as if god himself spat
like a cornered rat.
I really want you to do this for me,
will you have one on me?
It was dark; I was drunk and half-dead,
and we slept, knocking heads,
sitting up in the star-smoking air,
knocking heads like buoys.
Don’t you worry for me!
Have one on me!
Meanwhile, I will raise my own glass
to how you made me fast
and I will drink to your excellent health,
and your cruelty.
Will you have one on me?