Glistening Sound

I'm running out of ways to name these things. So I'm going to make a habit of naming them by their first line whenever I'm at a loss.

Glistening sound,
And sight all around.
Three sixty degrees,
Of pleasure for free.

The liquid goes down,
And we'll hit the town
So hard that it breaks,
And you'll try not to shake.

Bars full of lights,
And fantastic sights,
And he tipped me a wink,
And he bought me a drink.

And we'll dance on the tables,
And we'll sing while we're able,
You'll stumble, trip, fall.
And I'll see it all.

The liquid goes down,
As we hit the town,
So hard that we break,
It's a thirst we can't slake.

Glistening sight,
And sound at the light,
Three sixty degrees,
Of bliss, all for me.

There's fragments of glass,
And you're out on your arse,
But you're feeling just fine!
And the feeling is mine.

And you'll give me a kiss,
It's a hit and a miss.
As the liquid goes down,
And there's bliss all around.