Room Above The Club - Mark Eitzel

Go ahead and help yourself

If you think you can put me down

You just wanna see a king losing his crown

Let’s see some justice done in this dying town

You go ahead and help yourself

If you think you can force one more down

Yeah hello my new friends

Well I’m your little fool

‘Cause I get intimidated by the smell of death on you

The road disappears before my car

Yes I know what waits ahead

I don’t need no pictures on the wall

Sending me messages from the dead

In the room above the club

She cries herself asleep every night

In the room above the club

Why is it hard to treat her right

In the room above the club

There’s always room for you

In the room above the club

Yeah they’re just waiting

For some unlucky thing like you

Come on tell me that punchline I know you’re dying to tell

‘Cause I’m the only one that ever saw you

Pissing in your wishing well

Yeah Come on Mr. Bartender I only want one more tear

‘Cause some no name asshole outside

Wants to knock me back into the land of fear

In the room above the club

You cry yourself to sleep every night

In the room above the club

Why is it so hard to treat you right

In the room above the club

Yeah there’s always room for you

In the room above the club

And they’re just waiting for some lucky thing like you

In the room above the club

They’re just waiting, yeah they’re just waiting

In the room above the club

They’re just waiting for some lucky thing like you