Nader Rijn van Wyck
2006-02-13 16:27:21 UTC
You walk in the room The folks are all there With glasses in hand But
you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well
stocked He knows where you're at He offers a drink But you can't take
none of that (No you can't take none of that) Everybody's having fun
So why be the one Who's out in the cold It's not good enough You made a
deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's
big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a solitary drop You
take your first belt It tastes like pure hell The second one drops
Intentions are shot Well you think you might as well You take another
sip You get to likin' it The music sounds hip So you head for the floor
(So you head for the floor) Yea yea yea yea yea Well you step out on
the dance floor And you grab at your boss's wife You've been longing to
hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on
Move your ass Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to
wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet
under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor
You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads
a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And your mouth
feels like old leather (Old leather) Never do it again (You'll never do
it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in
the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down at the club You
know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore You've had
your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don't wanna see you
again (Don't wanna see you again) You've got to dry out The boys have
found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for
the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now
you can't take the band So you head for the bar The barman's well
stocked He knows where you're at He offers a drink But you can't take
none of that (No you can't take none of that) Everybody's having fun
So why be the one Who's out in the cold It's not good enough You made a
deal with yourself You said you'd never take another drop Your craving's
big, your livers shot You'd give a million for a solitary drop You
take your first belt It tastes like pure hell The second one drops
Intentions are shot Well you think you might as well You take another
sip You get to likin' it The music sounds hip So you head for the floor
(So you head for the floor) Yea yea yea yea yea Well you step out on
the dance floor And you grab at your boss's wife You've been longing to
hold her close For the whole of your working life And the band played on
Move your ass Well your hostess is lookin' mad As your hands start to
wander And your boss is gonna get you now He's gonna put you six feet
under You get walked out the door And your feet don't touch the floor
You're never gonna see 'em no more The dawn starts to break Your heads
a big ache You're lyin' in bed You're back from the dead And your mouth
feels like old leather (Old leather) Never do it again (You'll never do
it again) Everyone was havin' fun But you were the one Kicked out in
the cold You slept in your clothes You let 'em down Down at the club You
know your confidence got to take the rub Your boss is sore You've had
your chance He says he never wants to see you again Don't wanna see you
again (Don't wanna see you again) You've got to dry out The boys have
found out It's the end of the line But it's martini time So you head for
the bar..r...r..r..r..r Oh where am I now