"Yulltide Shananigans In  A Skank Tank From Hell"

"Saturday Night Shenanigans In a Skank Tanks From Hell" By Marcus Cooke

Make a date on a Saturday night    
trip the lasers    
reach for the lights    
a dark dingy atmosphere    
a unholy marriage in    
unholy matrimony.    
   
welcome to the skank tank    
this is a meat market, baby    
a fiver for a pound of flesh    
they sold there soul's    
to the management maybe.    
close quarter combat dancing    
grabbing ass and crutch    
prickly plants with pointlessness intent    
deathly to the touch.    
   
Some say this is the promised land    
a earthly garden of Eden    
a inter zone of filth and disease    
with no sexual freedom.    
satisfaction never comes it goes    
fear comes in all shapes and sizes  
created in a melting pot of madness   
it oozes then grows.    
   
treat them rough    
treat them tender    
the worst of the worst    
the young offenders    
drinking larger    
double strength    
keep these charlatans    
at arms extra length.    
   
Mistletoe grows in the corners of shadows    
wielded by desperate men    
waved in suspecting girls face's    
time and time again.    
Santa hats, party hats    
the crowd goes bananas    
desperate men use desperate lines    
bad one liners and stanzas.    
   
Over drawn at the wank bank    
your soul remains here    
welcome to the cheap seats, baby    
this is  the skank tank, ladys    
skank tank.