Red sky & vodka kisses good-bye; was nice talkin 'n smokin, till our last mumbles & the final sigh. Fatigue our bodies can not deny; bitter 'n grim, like sin, & morning vodka kisses good-bye. Glasses full, yet our lips remain dry & the sky keeps burnin till our last mumbles & the final sigh Time passes, stoagies start to die & blue smoke turns thin; our mood vodka kissed good-bye. Brow drooped, smile quite zany & wry- slammed the last shot of gin before our mumbling & the final sigh. Rubbin my sore & encrusted left eye, as my belly starts churnin- from red sky, vodka kisses good-bye & bloody morning stirring my final sigh.