Endurance Bar

Endurance Bar

Do I go just to get slammed?

Gin or absinthe are pretty good damns

Perhaps the women are loose little clams

And music, well that’s usually like bad whisky

So dissatisfaction’s the dissertation

Nothing new under the artiste sun

To stand in the shadows and watch empty minds at play

After the first shots I might even see colors than gray

I’m a cube in a round or just another alienated freak

It comes with the territory of mind streaks

Can’t relate to everyday and picket fences

All they talk about is their goddamn children and grandma’s feet

So home is where there’s beat

And women that cause people to resent there own street

For they’ve turned into their parents

And its like seeing the bones of your arm, eyes shut, during a nuclear blast