Tom Cunliffe


Loser’s Saloon

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Outside the lights are frightening

They’re building to the moon

The stars are getting edgy

The sky’s all out of room

They’re cheering in the streets

They’ll be pointing fingers soon

But it’s tender dark and hidden

In our loser’s saloon

There’s poison in their water

Diamonds rotting in their mines

They’ll have to learn to see

If they want to read the signs

It’s lonely at the top

And there’s still no room for you

But everybody’s welcome

In our loser’s saloon

If life’s a competition

Death wins in the end

They’re frightened for their daughters

Because they raised their sons as men

Their anger wants an ally

But the bride has left the groom

She’s laid across her lover

In our loser’s saloon

There’s something going on here

But nothing’s more their style

They’re quick to offend

Yet they’re easily defiled

Now Joan owns an empire

And Henry holds a broom

It’s sanity gone mad

In our loser’s saloon

The dead have taken to the streets

For one last wicked waltz

Their fading lives another crime

That’s somewhere else’s fault

The wind is blowing back

Today the ancient beat the new

But tomorrow’s taking refuge

in our loser’s saloon