The Lush from Arkansas

She said she had a rough day
I wasn't sure what to say
As she sat down to drink
I didn't know what to think
Glass after glass got guzzled down
Her drinking really went to town
She hunkered and slumped at her desk
Her hair was disheveled and looked a mess
In retrospect, maybe it wasn't so bad
We've all had sloppy days like that

The Night Eater

Half past eleven and the sky's lit by the moon
Her stomach rumbles and she's rarin' to eat soon
Should she have toaster pizza or bacon on toast?
Maybe ramen or pasta but definitely not the roast
Quick to the kitchen, she cooks her meal
Bowl in hand and fork ready, she's eatin' for real
Munchin' and slurpin' and swallowin' too
She washes it all down with a fifth of booze
After licking her lips and feeling seriously sated
She rolls over, scratches, and dozes off to bed

Rapture, Queen of the Night

While everyone else is sleepin'

Rapture's wide awake and creepin'

When the rest of Fort Smith is dreamin'

She's putting on makeup and beamin'

Hunger strikes and she wants a bite

Eatin' cinnamon toast after midnight

Yeah, she's a sight alright

Rapture, Queen of the Night