Barroom Brawls

[Verse 1]
The bar’s full of blokes with agendas
Uncomfortable motives remember
That none of them here give a damn what you think about them
Don’t care if you’re a member

Good looking and selfish she takes him
Back to her place where they break in
No keys under mats and the door’s off the latch
Gives her roommate a fright like Wes Craven

[Verse 2]
Now the room’s on fire and heat's gotten into her hеad
Lucky for some, she’s struggling to hear what hе said
But he’s fallen from grace so she kicks the fucker straight out of bed

[Chorus]
She got tired of hotel rooms
Started watching bar-room brawls
The bookies ain’t enough
Needs to feel her skin crawl

[Verse 3]
These second hand horrors that haunt me
Are fabricated but ugly
Scared him to death but I’m willing to bet
He’s not crying “I wish she’d have called me”

[Chorus]
She got tired of hotel rooms
Started watching bar-room brawls
The bookies ain’t enough
Needs to feel her skin crawl

[Chorus]
She got tired of hotel rooms
Started watching bar-room brawls
The bookies ain’t enough
Needs to feel her skin crawl