Tankard - Barfly lyrics

D.T. empty stare and body shiver Whisky - need a shot to stop the quiver I've been here for days or minutes Where is here? I couldn't tell Somewhere in the outer limits Pretty close, I guess, to Hell Hazy names and places Foggy memory Help me - Mister, can you spare a dollar? Need a drink before I start to holler Seedy bars is where I hang out Crawling up the Strip all night Dodging tabs and seeking spenders Pa**ing out or starting fights It's a way of living In the underworld Close to the edge - Barfly Ready to fall Walking the ledge - Barfly Nothing or all Playing your part - Barfly Searching... Barfly Barrooms - stench of beer, the smell of losers Lowlifes - aging who*es and senile boozers We're a family of zombies But a family nonetheless Gotta hang on to each other When your life's a filthy mess Fighting for survival Fighting loneliness Way out - got a choice, I'm not a dumb one Create - write a book and be a someone Memoirs very popular In those intellectual circles Barfly turns to cult - scene start Sleaze can be attractive Viewed from safer shores Close to the edge - Barfly Ready to fall Nothing or all - Barfly Searching... Barfly