Текст песни The Beautiful South - Liars` Bar
The Beautiful South - Liars` Bar слова песни
(Heaton/Rotheray)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 well 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 Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar`s Bar 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 Well 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 Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar`s Bar 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 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 I`ve turned over enough leaves to fill an autumn and if I had one final wish I`d be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this If you took me away from this I`d be different you`d see `Cause I didn`t choose the drink a drink just chose me Rum by the kettle drum Whiskey by the jar At Liar`s Bar Well I`m smoking like a chimney And I`m drinking like a fish At Liar`s Bar