Back Room Of The Bar - The Young Fresh Fellows

Outside the dogs are withered and hungry

And the soldiers are laughing out loud

They wave bottles and blow out the candles

Of the lonely who move in a crowd

And the storm clouds hide the volcanoes

But they shall never find me here

Where I torture myself with the memories

That stay clear through tequila and beer

That’s the parent and the peasant

That’s the singer and his mourning guitar

Through the black hallways choked with smoke

To find the back room of the bar

I couldn’t forgive you for letting the Frenchman

Though I know that I made you Yvonne

You say I drove you away with my drinking

But it’s gotten much worse since you’ve gone

I lost the hundreds of letters you sent me

I never acknowledged recieving a one

And now I drink to death on this day of the dead

And only wish it could be quickly done

That’s the parent and the peasant

That’s the singer and his mourning guitar

Through the black hallways choked with smoke

To find the back room of the bar

And now I’m out of my mind with the Mezcal

I couldn’t change when you finally returned

You say I taught you that love could be holy

But that’s something I still haven’t learned

And the questions that keep me surrounded

By despair from the morning 'til night

I have no answers to keep me from drowning

There’s no answers to make it alright

That’s the parent and the peasant

That’s the singer and his mourning guitar

Through the black hallways choked with smoke

To find the back room of the bar

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