Bender

This has gone on long enough,
and I think it's time we took a break.
Put down your guns and knives
and pretend you're not a fake.
I'd meet you behind bars,
but I can't seem to get away from one.
Bartender, one more round here.
It's been three years and I'm not done
with you, it's true.
Your blues have changed into a red-
colored black. Took it back,
heart attack has struck my conscience dead.

And I'm not tired,
I'm just waiting for a sign
that everything is fine.
You're high and wired,
you're just waiting for a change,
and I'm looking for a chance to get away.

Your mood has gone on long enough,
and I think its time you take a break.
Put down your guns and knives
but you'll forever be a fucking fake.
I'd meet you behind bars,
but I can't leave this one.
Bartender, one more round here.
Five more years, I'll be dead alone.

And I'm not tired,
I'm just waiting for a sign
that everything is fine.
You're high and wired,
you're just waiting for a change,
and I'm looking for a chance to get away.
Just get away.