Liars` Bar Lyrics

Liars` Bar lyrics

(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