Bartender, please don't talk to me
Here's your glass and your tip
Where's my glass, I want my drink?
I don't need any conversation out of you
It's six a.m, I've been waiting
For a shot and the jukebox, not to make a friend
So will you please just hurry up and move
Well, I'm a mess
Yeah, you're on meth
Well, that is sad, yeah, there's nothing left
Unless it's just about getting more booze
Well, it's been a long night
You got these stitches in a fight right outside those doors
So here's the score
You sit back there quietly, I'll sit here and drink some more
So bartender
Pour one more
The cause is the cure
I came here to drink not to think things through
Or talk to you
So bartender
Won't you pour one more
The cause is the cure
I came here to drink, not think things through
Been held up by force, my own way, baby
Now I can't seem to reach you
Fresh out of second chances, them pills and whiskey dances
And then dress them up for you
It's been a long night
I got these stitches in a fight right outside these doors
So here's the score
You sit back there quietly, I'll sit here and drink more
So bartender (I'm not your bartender)
Pour one more (I'm not your bartender)
The cause is the cure
I came here to drink not to think things through
Or talk to you
So bartender
Won't you pour one more (I'm not your bartender)
The cause is the cure
I came here to drink not to think things through
Or talk to you
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh (bartender)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (I came here to drink, not to think things through)