Tonight I wanna a bar with absolutely no glamour, no humour, low music.
Where the beer they serve is of any kind – the name I wouldn’t remember because it’s not made to be remembered.
A simple working-class bar with cheap tobacco.
Where the owners haven’t even heard about the law that forbids smoking inside.
Drunken no-ones, toothless prostitutes, music from the juke Box.
Is my accent strange? I like not being spectacular.
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