Cold & Well-Lit Place - Oxbow

«There's something warm in here»

The Duke brown-shirted and suited says

«And I think I know what it is

Since it smells like a church mouse

So let’s rearrange the rec room chairs

Because, jesus christ, it’s murder in here.»

Shoes shuffle along the linoleum

And she just comes and comes and comes

«Now I didn’t bring these drinks for nothing»

The Duke not disheveled or dissembled says

«And not drinking is a sin

That offends the eye of your lonesome

So let’s tip the goddamned glass

And get to enjoying ourselves, fast.»

Downtown no one without an invitation

Never, ever comes around

«So spread around the cheese fellas»

The Duke clear as a bell says.

You might think

«And do what your conscience clears you for

Which, by my lights, is not nearly enough

So let’s let the going get tough.»

Cigarettes smoke gray and blue rings

And no one here is broke.

No, no one here has anything to fear

And while they say that the best things in life are free

Everything around here comes with a fee