The Bar is Open

The bar is open but please don’t come in
When you step through the door
Well God knows what you’ll bring
It hardly seems worth it for a bottom shelf gin
The bar is open but please don’t come in

Now I view with suspicion every penny that I touch
And my fingers are bleeding
‘cause I wash them so much
And this blood on my hands is the mark of my sin
The bar is open but please don’t come in

And I smile through my teeth at the regulars who
Keep on pouring on in
‘Cause it’s just what they do
And I want to punch each of them square in the chin
The bar is open but please don’t come in

Now they scream for more booze at the tops of their voices
And I’m part of the problem but I’m all out of choices
All I want is to stop but I don’t know where to begin
The bar is open but please don’t come in

Now I hate this hypocrisy that I represent
But if I don’t go to work, well I won’t make the rent
Now Emily’s pregnant and we’re all on our own
The bar is open but please stay at home