I never was a violent man,
Said the man in the bar with his head in his hands,
He's trying his best to understand the cause of his dismay.
But years of gin have broken him,
They've left him cold where hes fitted in,
But it's too late now to turn around, and find another way.
And the laughs in the late night lock in,
Are fading away when he gets in,
The girl from fifteen years ago,
Has packed and gone away.
It's never be what it used to be,
What happened to all that energy,
You took too many liberties, and I'm tired of being afraid.
So after the fight, she took flight,
Hiding swollen eyes and a wounded pride,
The best years of her life denied, and sold for liquid shares.
CHORUS
The victims of there world, are advertised on posters,
Just a beach and a pretty girl, if you just take this potion.
It's another week 'til his cheque comes through,
He's got a fiver left now to spend on food,
The doors of the bars are open, then he breaks another rule.
Well he sits on a stool that bears his name,
He's got a favorite glass, well it's called the same,
He's never been kept waiting, 'cos he pays the landlord's wage.
CHORUS
Said the man in the bar with his head in his hands,
He's trying his best to understand the cause of his dismay.
But years of gin have broken him,
They've left him cold where hes fitted in,
But it's too late now to turn around, and find another way.
And the laughs in the late night lock in,
Are fading away when he gets in,
The girl from fifteen years ago,
Has packed and gone away.
It's never be what it used to be,
What happened to all that energy,
You took too many liberties, and I'm tired of being afraid.
So after the fight, she took flight,
Hiding swollen eyes and a wounded pride,
The best years of her life denied, and sold for liquid shares.
CHORUS
The victims of there world, are advertised on posters,
Just a beach and a pretty girl, if you just take this potion.
It's another week 'til his cheque comes through,
He's got a fiver left now to spend on food,
The doors of the bars are open, then he breaks another rule.
Well he sits on a stool that bears his name,
He's got a favorite glass, well it's called the same,
He's never been kept waiting, 'cos he pays the landlord's wage.
CHORUS