Bones in the Barroom Floor

This bar’s seen more than the night can tell, Whiskey burns, and secrets sell. Every laugh’s a ghost, every cheer’s a war, And there’s bones in the barroom floor.

Bones in the barroom floor, They’re the tales you can’t ignore. Every drink writes one more score, With bones in the barroom floor.

Cards are stained, the dice don’t lie, I see the truth in a dead man’s eye. Deals are made, but the debts run sore, Paid in bones on the barroom floor.

Bones in the barroom floor, They’re the sins we can’t restore. Every oath leaves something more, With bones in the barroom floor.

Every shadow hides a name, Every whisper fuels the flame. Mercy’s gone, no open door, Just bones in the barroom floor.

Bones in the barroom floor, They’re the tales you can’t ignore. Every drink writes one more score, With bones in the barroom floor.

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