Happy Hour

hey mister bartenderare you awareyou're slowly killing my fatherwhen he comes in therehey mister bartenderjust in case you're not sureyou're tearing my family to shredswith every scotch you pouryou've become the shoulder to cry onthe only source of cheermister bartenderwon't you lend me your earnever met you don't know who you aredo you ever think about the men that live in your bar"drinking up Sundays spending them alone"there is no homethere is no home"just a place where everyone knows your name"it's such a shameit's such a shamebartender remember this face