Life Of A Spectator by Silent Majority
Hey mister bartender, are you aware you're slowly killing my father when he comes in there? Hey mister bartender just in case you're not sure, you're tearing my family to shreds with every scotch you pour. You've become the shoulder to cry on, the only source of cheer. Mister bartender, won't you lend me your ear? Never met you, don't know who you are. Do you ever think about the men that live in your bar? "Drinking up Sundays spending them alone" There is no home, there is no home. "Just a place where everyone knows your name", it's such a shame, it's such a shame. Bartender: remember this face.