Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Rocktoberfest - Day 8

All of my friend come to Summers last night
I was laying in my seat and dying
Annie Barista from Saint Angel
Say "the bartender here totes slow"

Just then the wind came squalling through the door
(even though the sign says use the front door)
But who can the bartenders command
Patrons want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two to love at hand

Bar tab  roll up to a hundred and five
Roll on up, gonna roll back down
(if you know who is working)
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go to Joe's dungeon
See here how everything
Lead up to this disappointment
And it's just like any day at Summers
That's ever been

Summers going up and then
Summers going down
No shine through my window
And my friends they don't come around
Don't come around, don't come around

Joe might know, but Joe don't care
That a man can want good service
Take a look at poor Joe, he's lying in pain

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