Liar's Bar Lyrics

Oh yeah

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 one, 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

And son, this is roll on



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Well, I 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

You'll never get to Rome son
And son this is roll to

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

And I don't mean to get sad on you all but this is the truth

I've turned over enough leaves to fill an Autumn, if I had one final wish
I'd be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this bitch
If you took me away from this, I'd be different, you'd see
'Cause I didn't choose a 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