There's this man in a bar and he sings and he plays
Singing sad, sad, songs about even sadder days,
He's been fighting in the war now and he thinks that he knows pain,
He says that when you come back you're never really the same way,
The kids are all grown up now and they're out there on their own,
You always said that you would leave him when your children had left home.
And Los Angeles refers to me by name and then he tells me that I should not go home.
There's a man in a bar and he thinks he knows what's best
He says, "I'm gonna take you home now and put you straight to bed"
My addiction is getting very quickly out of hand,
With no divine intervention or sweet friend who understands
And I would stop if I could, and I would change if I could,
And I'd be a better person and I'd be there if I could.
And I've lost all self-respect, and I'll wait around the corner,
So no one sees you take me home.
I'm screaming at a man in the dead of the night,
And he says, "Why did you come here if you only wanna fight?"
And he says, "Listen, Rach, when was the last time you slept?
Was it three or four days or do these pills make you forget?
And if it hurts so fucking bad how about we just call it quits,
I'll fuck anything that moves and you can find someone to miss,
And I cannot help you if you will not help yourself,
So I won't ever take you home again"
xxx