To sell their souls

To sell their souls. No neon lights or rush, No fancy service, just a living hush. A place to scream when outside life is tight, The grains of sand, the blurred out of the light, The misfits who won’t fit their social mold, Escaping walls that shrink as we grow old. (Chorus) It’s the counter of friends, the hideout of the mad, Where we drink to breathe and forget we are sad. They want us paralyzed, but we won’t retreat, As long as we’re together, we’ll take the heat. (Verse 2) On paper napkins, plans begin to grow, We point our fingers where the concrete’s slow To swallow up the green and kill the earth. It’s here we plan to give their works no birth. We’ve got the bolts, the rage within our chest, We laugh already, putting them to test, Watching them struggle in their grey cement, We’re strongest when our fear is fully spent. (Chorus - Instrumental) (Verse 3) The old man in the corner, part of the stone, Has seen too many moons while drinking alone. But when the guitar starts and the hat goes ‘round, His heel begins to stomp and shake the ground. It’s raw, it’s real, no tricks to hide the truth, Reminding us we’re men, not cogs of youth. We leave the place with festive, hungry eyes, Ready to bite the dawn as the sun will rise. (Chorus) It’s the counter of friends, the hideout of the mad, Where we drink to breathe and forget we are sad. As long as we move, we can block their way, As long as we’re one, we can hold them at bay. (Outro) Come on, pour one more, the fight is never done, As long as joy remains when the sleep won’t come. As long as this bar keeps us standing tall... We’re still alive, and we don’t care at all.