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 the years of
Gin, have broken him, they have left his cold when he fitted in.
But it’s to late now to turn around and find another way.

And the laughs in the late night locked are
Fading away when he gets in, the girl from fifteen
Years ago has packed and gone away.

That’s never how it used to be, what happened to all
That energy? You took one to many liberties. 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 chance.

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.

And the victims of their world are advertised on
Posters: just a beach and a pretty girl, if you just
Take this potion, it’s another week till this cheque
Comes through, he’s got a fiver left now to spend on food.
But the doors of the bar are open than he breaks
Another rule.
Well he sits on a stool that bears his name, he’s got
A favourite glass that’s called the same.
He’s never been kept waiting, because he pays a
Landlord’s wage.

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.

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.