Unlucky Lounge

Bad ventilation duration of a beer, commonplace shithouse drown my fear, = this whiskey goes down easy, smooth as a sow's ear, belly up and s*ck = another, you're in the clear. Every day 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 recieves the news = above, where the bottles stand, at least in here you take your luck wash = it down with a beer, you'll know soon enough, don't expect nothin' fancy = here, all you have is what we got. Submitted by: Mel