Happy Hour - Silent Majority

Hey mister bartender

Are you aware

You’re slowly killing my father

When he comes in there

Hey mister bartender

Just in case you’re not sure

You’re tearing my family to shreds

With every scotch you pour

You’ve become the shoulder to cry on

The only source of cheer

Mister bartender

Won’t you lend me your ear

Never met you don’t know who you are

Do you ever think about the men that live in your bar

«drinking up Sundays spending them alone»

There is no home

There is no home

«just a place where everyone knows your name»

It’s such a shame

It’s such a shame

Bartender remember this face