Cider Gin Pub

Down at the cyder gin pub Where you answer to none You drink with your eyes And you dine with your thumbs Pulling the wool Spinning the wheel You drink all the time cause there's Life to be lived Down at the cyder gin pub They don't care where you're from They charge you in chocolates And pay you in gum Flipping the lure Rigging the lux You speak what you mean all the time What a rush Peeling posters and buzzing illuminants Felt-tipped graffiti with cryptic congruence You could see yourself to the door If you weren't glued to the floor Down at the cyber thin club Where you bleed in the sun Your skin comes undone From your teeth and your gums So spare me a crumb And I'll cut you a deal Just feed me your eyes And I'll bite off my tongue