Songtexte:
Bar Room Hero Bar

She came into my room at two o'clock in the afternoon And she said that she had a desperate need To talk about our relationship and wasn't it time that

store your rust, Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust. Under the sands of the mighty Sahara, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero

the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the trigger Words like bullets blast the brain Nails a brittle edge of a breaking glass in a bar room

George was singing they some how eased the hurt. And Jesus did not turn me out when a bar room was my church. Chorus: George Jones and Jesus are two heros

at a bar while shootin' stick Well I lost my gig and I lost my band But I still played on, and goddamn I had a room full of ghouls who were checkin

point of no return Past the pointed fingers, past the point at which you learn Past ideas and perceptions, past lies and deception Pass my life around the room

I hear you've got a pocket full of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in

stole his sneakers along with their brand name stole your rock and roller stole your movie star took ?em home and turned my room into a trendy bar lord

the rest of this mess of my life So I pulled into the Hilton in Detroit I checked into room 4-2-0 I ordered the sirloin au chateau I phoned Nigel, the locksmith, my hero