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Started out right, it all went as planned

Fast as lightning, he ran to the can

Prize-fighter glaze starring from his eyes

Horrible tremble should come as no surprise

With just one chuck that glass sure did crash

Concrete daggers opened up a gash

Oceans of cells flowing down the street

Bathroom tiles his face did meet

Crushed, destroyed, beaten

Clear, frightened panic

A mental wasteland: Oblivion

We all cleared out, "What's that rumble for?"

And like a cop, I kicked through the door

Shards of Russian pride glistened from his nose

Covered in bile, out dumb and cold

Each grabbed a wrist, we dragged him 50 feet

And back on the bus he barfed on the seat

All had a laugh, "There's a story to tell."

But when he woke up, "Fuckin' go to hell!"