A country road
An empty head
My cellphone battery
The only thing close to dead
A bottle of wine
Oh so fine
I'm so high right now
I'm feeling divine
A bare chest
A torn shirt
Wounds and gashes
Covered in dirt
I hear a siren
Flashing lights
Says the cop
"Get up son, we've been searching for you since four nights."
I'm grilled by them all
"How did you end up like this from Vegas?"
I smirk at the big fat officer with donuts
"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."
