It happens under streetlights right by all the shut-down stores After midnight washes over this town's dirty concrete shores I was working through a hard week, I was working in the rain So I bought a shot of fire and I threw her in my veins Put me on a barstool baby Drop me in the well And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smokey old hotel Sometimes you gotta go where the bloods just a little thinner Where it flows a little faster, and the light's just a little dimmer Be you rich man be you poor man, be you harlots be you queens You'll get here on to good feet but you'll go on two bad knees Put me on a barstool baby Drop me in the well And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smokey old hotel When all you do is drag on through and scrape by to survive You've gotta almost k** yourself to almost feel alive But there's answers in these gla**es and there's truths behind these walls And you know I'll be here next week or the next time fire calls Put me on a barstool baby Drop me in the well And leave me swaying on the curb outside the smokey old hotel