Unlucky Lounge - Tilt

Bad ventilation duration of a beer

Commonplace shithouse drown my fear

This whiskey goes down easy

Smooth as a sow’s ear

Belly up suck another

You’re in the clear

Everyday deception

Faking a motive

A regular jokes

«This is where I live»

Apprasing each intruder

One tipsy glimpse of them

Loyal to a forgotten stratagen

Get on in

Shake off the road

Don’t you know that

You’re blocking the door

Unlucky lounge

Keeps her tables clean for you

Forever darkness at noon

A vestige of some former

Self saddles up slowly to the bar

She revieces the news above

Where the bottles stand

At least in here you take

Your luck wash it down with a leer

You’ll know soon enough

Don’t expect nothin' fancy here

All you have is what you got