French fried shoe strings 

on a drunken cellar door. 

If these walls could talk, 

I'd listen to the floor. 



The bar stools proppin' up 

a twenty dollar whore, 

recantin' recitations from 

a lonesome tale of yore 



for a while... 

At the Starlight Lounge... 

At the Starlight Lounge... 



I see a place where something's 

happened every day for twenty years, 

and the people think it's special 

'cause they drown in their beers. 



The special on the menu 

is the balls of a steer. 

This is only one place 

to escape from your fears 



for a while... 

At the Starlight Lounge... 

The Starlight Lounge... 



Yeah, the Starlight Lounge 

is a happy little place. 

A really fun place where 

you can lose your face. 



And all of my friends 

including me are insane. 

It's a little hide-a-way 

to hide away from the pain. 



yeah! 



And if my friends, 

were by my side. 

They still couldn't see, 

couldn't see inside. 



The bartender just 

lets my tab slide. 

Who's takin' who here 

for a ride 



for a while... 

At the Starlight Lounge... 

The Starlight Lounge... 



At the Starlight Lounge... 

The Starlight Lounge...