Dive Bar / Dead Town

Well The Bartenders drunk sinking shots of Petrone
There's boards on the windows and a chain on the phone
Floor smells of beer and a little something more
There's 45 chairs but I don't know what for

Where's the crowd wheres the sound
Ah Dive Bar In A Dead Town
Dive Bar In A Dead Town

Well Suzi's on the table dress up around her face
She's got it all on show tattoo's and lace
We've played all the cash songs it ain't half time
There's old timers shooting pool tequila and lime

Where's the crowd wheres the sound
Dive Bar In A Dead Town
It's a Dive Bar In A Dead Town

Well I'm tired off playing to TV's and Clocks
And I'm tired off Shitter's with doors and no locks

So you sweat 2:30 for a 30 second cheer
Playing for tips and a little cheap beer
Ain't no applause just a rumble and cough
And like a flick off the switch man the thing goes off
Flick off the switch man the thing goes off

There's the crowd where's the sound
Dive Bar In A Dead Town
Love a Dive Bar In A Dead Town
Love a Dive Bar In A Dead Town
Come on