Bar Flies

He bums me a smoke and buys me a drink
Looks me in the eye
Smiles and winks
Tells a couple lies
About the way it was back when
He was a great artist or something

He bums me another smoke and buys me another drink
He looks me in the eye and says, you're full of shit
It's not that he's wrong
Or that he's right
But sometimes
You just don't want to hear it

He bums me another smoke and buys me another drink
He looks me in the eye and says why don't you have any cigarettes
Why don't you buy your own drink
Why don't you toughen up
Get a job
And your head out of your ass kid