Текст песни beautiful south - Liar`s Bar
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Well sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your nameIs like laying in a graveyard wide awakeYou`re scared that if you cough or yawn, you might wake up the deadSo pretend to read a paper or just drink insteadI`m a stand-up comedian, but I`d sit down if I couldThe world just seems to want folk like me to standAnd the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the skyAnd the laughter could be real or could be cannedRum by the kettle drumWhiskey by the jarAt Liars` BarWell living with a lying man could never really hurtBut living with a drunk, well no-one deservesAnd you`re looking for your husband, you`re not sure he`s still aliveDon`t bother with the cemetery, he`ll be down at liar`s diveI`m a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drinkYou`ll find that I`m not like the other menTheir noses are red, whilst mine is only pinkAnd they didn`t choose their drink, their drink chose themRum by the kettle drumWhiskey by the jarAt Liars` BarAnd the grave-digger`s smiling, at his reflection in his spadeHe`s visiting the seediest, the shallowest of gravesThe vocal chords of elephants, and the characters of miceThey`re singing "whisky, whisky", so good they named it twiceWell 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 insideAnd son all my life I`ve been searching, the bars I`ve been in I forgetThe lights outside ever brighter, but a light on the inside not yetRum by the kettle drumWhiskey by the jarAt Liars` BarAnd he`s a world-wide traveller, he`s not like me or youBut he comes in mighty regular, for one who`s passing throughThat one came in his work clothes, he`s missed his last bus homeHe`s missed a hell of a lot of buses, for a man who wants to roamIf I look rough I am roughIf I look sad I amIf I look broke am I brokeJust a broke down piece of manI`ve turned over enough leaves, to fill an autumnand if I had one final wishI`d be your slave for a decade, if you could take me away from thisIf you took me away from this, I`d be different you`d see`Cause I didn`t choose the drink, a drink just chose meRum by the kettle drumWhiskey by the jarAt Liars` BarWell I`m smoking like a chimneyAnd I`m drinking like a fishAt Liars` Bar