Tuesday, March 3, 2009


Bouncers will tell you

“Smoke over there”

“Stand in that line”

“Get off of that chair”

 

Bouncers will tell you

“Too many guys”

“Not in those shorts”

“Not with those fries”

 

Bouncers will tell you

“Need your ID”

“I can’t let you in”

“Please wait to pee”

 

Bouncers will tell you

“I’m finishing school”

“You gotta go home”

“You dress like a tool”

 

Bouncers I tell you

I’m sick of your games

Stop acting so mighty

You’re really quiet lame

 

Your black leather jacket

Your perpetual gut

Just work the line

Keep your mouth shut

 

You’re just a pawn

In the club owners game

And that makes us

One and the same 

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