Drunk Cuts

Drunk cuts are cuts
That you get on your hands
When you are all inebriated
They go unnoticed
Until the next morning
When intoxication’s abated
You might have tripped up some stairs
Or taken a spill
Or tried to open bottles you thought were twist-off
Or broken some glass
Or bitten a hangnail
Or punched a door because you were pissed off
Drunk cuts…
Drunk cuts are cuts
You also get on your legs
If you’ve fallen down and scraped up a knee
Or you might get drunk cuts
If you fall off the hood
Of the car on which you were taking a pee
Or your flesh might get seared
With demonic messages
That happens sometimes when you’re possessed
And you might nick yourself
While you’re stabbing a cocktease
Some thirty-seven times in the chest
Drunk cuts…