Bar Scene

It's the samethreeboys The regulars In awickedbarwherephantomsquenchtheirbrokenhearts Andwherethefloorboardsarefleshand bone One can't help but take a drag Onesniffsup the smoke While theotherunchains hismouthwith an emphatic,fanaticrush Says hewannaspeak to Jesus Til they swayroundEden And skin the devil Get him bare-boned andbeggingfor some good religion Oh he's so lost yetwallowsin conceit And we'll all bend ourelbowstil wespeakour truths We won't tell it like it is til we'redevoidof virtue And out of ourfuckingheads Ah Out of ourfuckingheads Ah Oh helooksaround There's a lost boylyingon a lost boy Forgotten andsecludedby the rule Thissomberbarscenebutchers love withhasteand taste,incitingwaste They're allwelcomedin to celebrate In asocialspaceconformingto regressive,solemnstates They'retemptedto unwind And we'll all bend ourelbowstil wespeakour truths We won't tell it like it is til we'redevoidof virtue And out of ourfuckingheads We'll all bend ourelbowstil wespeakour truths We won't tell it like it is til ourfacesmangle And we're out of ourfuckingheads Ah Out of ourfuckingheads Ah He ain't got much reason Yeteveryword cutsthroughwith such conviction Asycophanticnobody Streams ofjealousyroll down his tongue As he pins the boys down with avacantstare Lifts hishandstoconfesshe's a mess oh Necks a pint withexcessivepride Andwallowsin conceit And we'll all bend ourelbowstil wespeakour truths We won't tell it like it is til we'redevoidof virtue And out of ourfuckingheads We'll all bend ourelbowstil wespeakour truths We won't tell it like it is til ourfacesmangle And we're out of ourfuckingheads Ah Out of ourfuckingheads Ah