Barman

Well the barman he see nothing
the barman he don't know
about the drinkers desintegrating
all that sickly show

well the barman keeps them pills
he's got that shiny snow
but he don't see you doing that
the barman he don't know

when he sees fit he's got loving
but then he ain't got that much
when the game gets to be sticky
he is sure not to be touched

and he drink for free and easy
he don't bat an eye
when the cops move in and start to
register every lie

will he always be a stranger
when she walks into his room
with him squinting in the darkness
at his loneliness in bloom ?

will he hear his words a-falling
upon the questions in her eye
will he walk away again in wonder
all to wilful for to try

repeat first verse


1986. Opgenomen door Urban Jungle (Mark Bauwens en co) maar niet uitgebracht.