Andrei Calin - Bar Scene Lyrics

It's the same three boys
The regulars
In a wicked bar where phantoms quench their broken hearts
And where the floorboards are flesh and bone
One can't help but take a drag
One sniffs up the smoke
While the other unchains his mouth with an emphatic, fanatic rush
Says he wanna speak to Jesus
Til they sway round Eden
And skin the devil
Get him bare-boned and begging for some good religion
Oh he's so lost yet wallows in conceit
And we'll all bend our elbows til we speak our truths
We won't tell it like it is til we're devoid of virtue
And out of our f*cking heads
Ah
Out of our f*cking heads
Ah
Oh he looks around
There's a lost boy lying on a lost boy
Forgotten and secluded by the rule
This somber bar scene butchers love with haste and taste, inciting waste
They're all welcomed in to celebrate
In a social space conforming to regressive, solemn states
They're tempted to unwind
And we'll all bend our elbows til we speak our truths
We won't tell it like it is til we're devoid of virtue
And out of our f*cking heads
We'll all bend our elbows til we speak our truths
We won't tell it like it is til our faces mangle
And we're out of our f*cking heads
Ah
Out of our f*cking heads
Ah
He ain't got much reason
Yet every word cuts through with such conviction
A sycophantic nobody
Streams of jealousy roll down his tongue
As he pins the boys down with a vacant stare
Lifts his hands to confess he's a mess oh
Necks a pint with excessive pride
And wallows in conceit
And we'll all bend our elbows til we speak our truths
We won't tell it like it is til we're devoid of virtue
And out of our f*cking heads
We'll all bend our elbows til we speak our truths
We won't tell it like it is til our faces mangle
And we're out of our f*cking heads
Ah
Out of our f*cking heads
Ah