There's this smoked room.
It's coughing up a few more cheers, a bit more clapping.
Two lonely souls finishing up measured rhyme,
Tonal appeasement,
And a bit of distraction, a few beers is given in return.

Now this smoked room will vomit 10 or 15 people,
Give it a few hours.
They'll fall into cars,
they'll manage their way home.

The real trick, the real laugh here
There's a graveyard down the street;

They Will add to the numbers
But before that they'll see
Family and friends added to the registry