Testo di Back Room Of The Bar

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 till 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