Ink stained fingers and your knuckles brused. Wake up with an aching head. Steel bars, I'm so confused. I hope no one ended up dead.
This crazy bar room life had taken it's toll. Always ending up in a cell. Took your wife then your soul.Now it takes you to hell.
Another lonesome loser, lost along the way. Another drunken boozer. Getting closer to his dieing day. Are you still riding in your car wondering why?Are you still no more than a bar fly?
Live to fight, soon to die. Nothing's right for the bar fly.
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