Tytuł: Liars bar

• Wykonawca: The Beautiful South
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Well sitting in a bar alone
   where no-one knows your name
   is like laying in a graveyard
   wide awake
   You're scared that if you cough or yawn
   you might wake up the dead
   So pretend to read a paper
   or just drink instead
  
   I'm a stand-up comedian
   but I'd sit down if I could
   The world just seems
   to want folk like me to stand
   And the punch-lines seem to disappear
   like clouds across the sky
   And the laughter could be real
   or could be canned
  
   Rum by the kettle drum
   Whiskey by the jar
   At Liar's Bar
  
   Well living with a lying man
   could never really hurt
   But living with a drunk
   well no-one deserves
   And you're looking for your husband
   you're not sure he's still alive
   Don't bother with the cemetery
   he'll be down at liar's dive
  
   I'm a travelling businessman
   I just stopped in for one drink
   You'll find
   that I'm not like the other men
   Their noses are red
   whilst mine is only pink
   And they didn't choose their drink
   their drink chose them
  
   Rum by the kettle drum
   Whiskey by the jar
   At Liar's Bar
  
   And the grave-digger's smiling
   at his reflection in his spade
   He's visiting the seediest
   the shallowest of graves
   The vocal chords of elephants
   and the characters of mice
   They're singing "whisky, whisky"
   so good they named it twice
  
   Well don't pass buildings with lights on
   if I said that I did I'd have lied
   'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant
   may have Chinese New Year inside
   And son all my life I've been searching
   the bars I've been in I forget
   The lights outside ever brighter
   but a light on the inside not yet
  
   Rum by the kettle drum
   Whiskey by the jar
   At Liar's Bar
  
   And he's a world-wide traveller
   he's not like me or you
   But he comes in mighty regular
   for one who's passing through
   That one came in his work clothes
   he's missed his last bus home
   He's missed a hell of a lot of buses
   for a man who wants to roam
  
   If I look rough I am rough
   If I look sad I am
   If I look broke I am broke
   Just a broke down piece of man
  
   I've turned over enough leaves
   to fill an autumn
   and if I had one final wish
   I'd be your slave for a decade
   if you could take me away from this
  
   If you took me away from this
   I'd be different you'd see
   'Cause I didn't choose the drink
   a drink just chose me
  
   Rum by the kettle drum
   Whiskey by the jar
   At Liar's Bar
  
   Well I'm smoking like a chimney
   And I'm drinking like a fish
   At Liar's Bar