D.T. empty stare and body shiver
Whisky — need a shot to stop the quiver
I’ve been here for days or minutes
Where is here? I couldn’t tell
Somewhere in the outer limits
Pretty close, I guess, to Hell
Hazy names and places
Foggy memory
Help me — Mister, can you spare a dollar?
Need a drink before I start to holler
Seedy bars is where I hang out
Crawling up the Strip all night
Dodging tabs and seeking spenders
Passing out or starting fights
It’s a way of living
In the underworld
Close to the edge — Barfly
Ready to fall
Walking the ledge — Barfly
Nothing or all
Playing your part — Barfly
Searching… Barfly
Barrooms — stench of beer, the smell of losers
Lowlifes — aging whores and senile boozers
We’re a family of zombies
But a family nonetheless
Gotta hang on to each other
When your life’s a filthy mess
Fighting for survival
Fighting loneliness
Way out — got a choice, I’m not a dumb one
Create — write a book and be a someone
Memoirs very popular
In those intellectual circles
Barfly turns to cult — scene start
Sleaze can be attractive
Viewed from safer shores
Close to the edge — Barfly
Ready to fall
Nothing or all — Barfly
Searching… Barfly