Arc Of Bar

Hustlers, whores, in rooms galore
 A sinking city's stink
 An arc of bar, a flesh bazaar
 Of diamonds, dust, and drink
 The jukebox jamming, the lions lamming
 The jokers doing the dealing
 And queens are over jacks
 Remember that or catch a beating
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 The night had come into her own
 And I made the arc of bar my home
 Beneath my clothes, just a bag of bones
 Under my skin, just skeletons
 I was rolling like a pair of dice
 With one for laws and one for lies
 But all this, I tried to hide
 Behind a glaze of sweat and fire
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 To some, a mistress
 To some, a muse
 Something soft for something blue
 She sauced my needs out of my dreams
 And baptized me in flesh that seeds
 And then she lay me like a baby
 On a bed of Spanish moss
 And for her love, I would help the devil
 To steal Christ right off the cross
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 I lay blame on the arc of bar
 And the hundred proof in me
 But the arc, it blames the air
 Hundred percent humidity
 Well at least those damned mosquitos
 That fall flounder to the flood
 Get a thimble full of whiskey with their paltry pint of blood
 My blood
 This port of call
 It ain't no port at all
 The cap, my cup, and anchors up
 The jokers, they tease another hand
 But they're out of luck 'cause I'm out of town
 And the sun is like an omen
 Goading me toward the gospel
 But I got no plans at all
 Except to drink as soon as possible
 Some men offer confession
 For their souls and grace of god
 For others women, women are for mercy
 And mosquitos they're abuzz
 Yeah, some men offer confession
 For their souls and grace of god
 For others women, women are for mercy
 And mosquitos they're abuzz