Perfect 10

When I reached down to pick up that stone

With no idea of where it'd get thrown

Turning back away from the sun like a slingshot pulled taught

Threw it blindly towards the sky and I killed the whole flock, yeah the whole flock

Well one, two, three, have a drink with me

Maybe a few more rounds 'til we just can't see

Four, five, six, that'll do the trick

Yeah seven, eight, nine, it was just a good time

Can't be wrong on another one's dime when you're a perfect ten of a mess

As I peered down at the river below