And they sat there
Like rebellious youngsters
Trying to feel rebellious
Once again
Smoking pot
Drinking reeking rum
Swaying their heads to Nusrat
Hoping to capture that moment...
When they bought that last bottle of the cheapest drink there was
With all their monies put together
Begging the owner of the cheap bar
To let them drink and shack there till morn
The lovers among them stole out
To make love beneath docked fish boats on the beach
While friends in vicinity kept guard
For them to consummate their most sacred act
The smoke rose today
And the alcohol shimmered in the glass
Here and there, they all had grayed a little
And they sat
In one of the most expensive suites
In one of the most expensive hotels
In one of the most expensive cities
Pretending they were still rebels
Just that... Now they had only themselves
To rebel against.
