Barfly - Aimee Mann

Spent my nights in a sleeping bag smelling kerosene

Thinking fog and sand

Was gonna keep me clean

Feeding all the bluejays at the wrong address

Where they went instead

I could only guess

Tell the barfly

Who runs this town

You won’t get high

You’ll just get down

Tell the barfly

It’s on his dime

You won’t get high

So do the time

Took a breath full of iodine and I overdosed

And the tide crept high

Like a watery ghost

And no one needs your kind

Of a dope sick clown

You can always find

Sitting one seat down

Tell the barfly

Who rolls the dice

Your numbers up

So roll it twice

Tell the barfly

It’s on his dime

You won’t get high

So do the time

Honey, I’m not the one who’s of use to you now

I get an hour’s sleep at night

And I can’t see how

You deserve all the mess that even guilt won’t allow

Tell the barfly

Who runs this town

You won’t get high

You’ll just get down

Tell the barfly

It’s on his dime

You won’t get high

So do the time