Dead like a doornail, I drown in this pint of ale Watching the hours and days disappear And I drink in the corner, I curse the bartender My table's been empty for the last hundred years
Chorus: And she left me to sink in this mire And there's no one here to carry me a'shore And I've sent out a thousand distress calls in bottles… But they shatter and fall to the floor
Memories are vampires, my past is a landlord Nailing an eviction to the back of my skull All lovers are bastards, like the bastards before them So buy me a whiskey before the last call
