Barfly

(albüm: The Meaning Of Life - 1990)

D.T. empty stare and body shiver
Whisky need a shot to stop the quiver
I've been here for days or minutes
Where is here? I couldn't tell
Somewhere in the outer limits
Pretty close, I guess, to hell
Hazy names and places
Foggy memory
Help me mister, can you spare a dollar?
Need a drink before I start to holler
Seedy bars is where I hang out
Crawling up the strip all night
Dodging tabs and seeking spenders
Passing out or starting fights
It's a way of living
In the underworld

Close to the edge barfly
Ready to fall
Walking the ledge barfly
Nothing or all
Playing your part barfly
Searching... barfly

Barrooms stench of beer, the smell of losers
Lowlifes aging whores and senile boozers
We're a family of zombies
But a family nonetheless
Gotta hang on to each other
When your life's a filthy mess
Fighting for survival
Fighting loneliness

Way out got a choice, I'm not a dumb one
Create write a book and be a someone
Memoirs very popular
In those intellectual circles
Barfly turns to cult scene start
Sleaze can be attractive
Viewed from safer shores

Close to the edge barfly
Ready to fall
Nothing or all barfly
Searching... barfly