The Bar Is Open - David Ford

The bar is open but please don’t come in\nWhen you step through the door\nWell God knows what you’ll bring\nIt hardly seems worth it for a bottom shelf gin\nThe bar is open but please don’t come in\nNow I view with suspicion every penny that I touch\nAnd my fingers are bleeding\n‘cause I wash them so much\nAnd this blood on my hands is the mark of my sin\nThe bar is open but please don’t come in\nAnd I smile through my teeth at the regulars who\nKeep on pouring on in\n‘Cause it’s just what they do\nAnd I want to punch each of them square in the chin\nThe bar is open but please don’t come in\nNow they scream for more booze at the tops of their voices\nAnd I’m part of the problem but I’m all out of choices\nAll I want is to stop but I don’t know where to begin\nThe bar is open but please don’t come in\nNow I hate this hypocrisy that I represent\nBut if I don’t go to work, well I won’t make the rent\nNow Emily’s pregnant and we’re all on our own\nThe bar is open but please stay at home