Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
Death kept followin', trackin' us down, have you heard the new DJ sing?
Now somebody's got to show their hand, Joe is the enemy.
I know profits are long gone, I guess it must be up to me.
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it,
I know now I never should've come to Summers,
If I'd paid attention to what others were thinkin',
I should have know it would be a total bummer.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by Joe's insanity,
Someone had to reach for the risin' star,I guess it was up to me.
Oh, the Courthouse Metro is pullin' out, the orchids are in bloom,
I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale Red Room.
In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously,
Somebody's got to find that damn bartender,I guess it's gonna be up to me.
It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
I'd convinced myself Gino's back rubs hadn't changed that much.
The old Frankenbrian with the wandering eye slipped me the master key,
Somebody had to unlock the door to Joe's dungeon, He said it was up to me.
Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into Joe's palace of sin,
I would've followed you in the door but I didn't drink enough Gin.
So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free,
When the dawn came over the Key bridge, I knew it was up to me.
I met somebody face to face, I had to remove my hat.
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that.
It frightens me, the awful truth, of how shitty that bartender can be.
She ain't gonna make a move to get me another beer, I guess it must be up to me.
Now we heard Joe talk about some random shit and I knew it was too complex,
It didn't amount to anything more than what the lack of customers reflects.
When you bite off more than you can chew you gotta pay the penalty,
Somebody's got to tell Joe's tale, I guess it must be up to me.
There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to that annoying chick,
She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but her frame is a little thick.
I used to heard her voice for a while, now the two of us are history,
Somebody's got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me.
So go on, boys, play your hands, life is a pantomime,
The ringleaders from across the street say you don't have all that much time.
And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't really that pretty,
One of us looks like a toad, this time I know it ain't up to me.
If we never meet again, Maya, remember me,
How my lone beer glass played sweet for you that old-time melody.
And the drink you never got me, that one drink you never gave free
No one else could play your outrageous bar tab,You know it was up to me.