The Barman's Fault - The Wombats

Take that cigarette out of your mouth

You know it’s bad for you and I can smell your breath from one mile off

Don’t you think it’s time that we should move on

'Cause now I’m bored too and everything that meant anything is gone

And it’s the barman’s fault

Take my credit cards far away from me

I’m not mature enough to keep one little eye on anything

Don’t you lace another party with doubt

Maybe you’re weak now 'cause everything that was anything is out

Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault

You don’t call the shots

You don’t call the shots

You don’t call the shots if you are hanging on

Meet me at the Accident & Emergency

And I can show you round but my head hurts right now so let’s just leave

Why am I lacing every single night with doubt?

Maybe I’m weak too 'cause everything that meant anything is out

Yeah, and it’s the barman’s fault

You don’t call the shots

You don’t call the shots

You just don’t call the shots if you are hanging on

Yeah, you don’t call the shots

Yeah, you don’t call the shots

You just can’t call the shots if you are hanging on