Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liars' Bar, artist - The Beautiful South. Album song Blue Is The Colour, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: Go! Discs
Song language: English
Liars' Bar |
Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name |
Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake |
You’re scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead |
So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead |
I’m a stand-up comedian, but I’d sit down if I could |
The world just seems to want folk like me to stand |
And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky |
And the laughter could be real or could be canned |
Rum by the kettle drum, whiskey by the jar |
At Liar’s Bar… |
Well, living with a lying man could never really hurt |
But living with a drunk one, no-one deserves |
And you’re looking for your husband, you’re not sure he’s still alive |
Don’t bother with the cemetery, he’ll be down at Liar’s Dive |
I’m a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink |
You’ll find that I’m not like the other men |
Their noses are red, whilst mine is only pink |
And they didn’t choose their drink, their drink chose them |
And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade |
He’s visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves |
The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice |
They’re singing, «Whisky, whisky», so good they named it twice |
And son, this is rule one… |
Well, I don’t pass buildings with lights on; |
if I said that I did, I’d have lied |
'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant may have Chinese New Year inside |
And son, all my life I’ve been searching the bars I’ve been in, I forget |
The lights outside ever brighter, but a light on the inside not yet |
And he’s a world-wide traveller, he’s not like me or you |
But he comes in mighty regular for one who’s passing through |
That one came in his work clothes, he’s missed his last bus home |
He’s missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam |
You’ll never get to Rome, son |
And son, this is rule two… |
If I look rough, I am rough, if I look sad I am |
If I look broke, I am broke, just a broke-down piece of man |
And I don’t mean to get sad on you all, but this is the truth… |
I’ve turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn; |
if I had one final wish |
I’d be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this pish |
If you took me away from this, I’d be different, you’d see |
'Cause I didn’t choose a drink, a drink just chose me |
Well, I’m smoking like a chimney and I’m drinking like a fish |
At Liar’s Bar… |