Lyrics

You wander in from outside
Looking for a bite
A worn-out radio plays
A song you used to like
A server brings a menu
You better order fast
You’re feeling almost certain
That she could kick your ass
She rasps “The cooks are short-staffed,
You better get a beer”
And you wonder how you managed
To land in here

It’s like they broke the vacuum
Suckin’ up the light
Your server has succeeded
In warming up your pint
They charge you thirty dollars
Tell you to quit your bitchin’
And you swear that you hear screaming
Coming from the kitchen
You risk a sip of your beer
And find it’s mostly foam
While at the bar, they’re singing
Soft and low:

The neon and velour covers the decay
They take you for a tour and then
They sit you on a stool and soon you’re singin’:
“Hope is hard to come by in this place.
Hope is hard to come by in this place.”

A man comes to your table
Invites you to his booth
He’s pleased to introduce himself:
The King of Greasy Spoons
The best of a bad lot
His purpose understood
He only drinks to memories
The present don’t taste good
His tongue parades a funeral
His eulogy is slurred
And you realize you’ve forgotten
Where the exits were

The neon and velour covers the decay
They take you for a tour and then
They sit you on a stool and soon you’re singin’:
“Hope is hard to come by in this place.
Hope is hard to come by in this place.”

The bottom of the barrel never looked so good
It’s Mecca for the misunderstood

The neon and velour covers the decay
They take you for a tour and then
They sit you on a stool and soon you’re singin’:
“Hope is hard to come by in this place.
Hope is hard to come by in this place.”