You take the smell of bar smoke home with you
It's in your hair and in your shoes

Everybody knows ya but nobody here knows ya
Though you might just see 'em later for the 3 o'clock nose job

No no, there ain't no good excuse
No no, there ain't no substitute
All the same I'm ashamed that I can't let it go

I'm just wasting my life, wasting my time
Wasting all my life at the Southern Belle

Double shots and loud talk all around as we get lit
And the jukebox spits some ducky-boy's hit list

Makeshift waiters, drunks & imitators, scenesters', sluts & drugs
And the barflies carry something so hard to drop

No no, I sure can't shake it loose
No no, I'm hooked on its abuse