Well… somebody had a night. He dropped from the ceiling after midnight Feet on tile, ears full of buzz Rattled the rack with a shoulder check Like he’d been here way too much Bottom shelf went first, no asking Brown stuff running down his chin He didn’t care what burned or bit him Long as it poured, he was in Motion light blinked once overhead Like it wanted to warn him off Hey, trashed panda, tearing up the store Hey, trashed panda, counting bottles off the floor Feet stuck loud in broken glass Hey, trashed panda, you don’t slow down — you go too fast You made it to the bathroom door Hey, trashed panda You don’t make it anymore Shelves laid open like busted ribs Cardboard wet and curled He dragged them bottles in a crooked line Like trophies from the wrong world He looked around like he might pay later Then laughed and drank again Didn’t see morning anywhere in it Just another night to bend Hey, trashed panda, tearing up the store Hey, trashed panda, counting bottles off the floor Feet stuck loud in broken glass Hey, trashed panda, you don’t slow down — you go too fast You made it to the bathroom door Hey, trashed panda You don’t make it anymore Wild nights don’t take good care of you They just take what they can Bad food, bad luck, cold floors That’s the deal every time you’re the man Hey, trashed panda, laying on the tile Hey, trashed panda, you flew for a little while One last bottle kissed the sink Hey, trashed panda, you didn’t stop to think They carried you out before dawn Hey, trashed panda The party’s gone Good night, you dummy.
