Tankard - Barfly lyrics

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