Politics Don’t Pay My Bar Tab

“I don’t shake hands with talkers. They can’t buy the next round.”

They argue over paper crowns, While I’m countin’ souls and rounds. Talk cheap, whiskey’s not, And I don’t care who takes the shot.

Politics don’t pay my bar tab, Loyalty and fear do fine. Keep your slogans, keep your flags — I’ll keep my glass and my bottom line.

Men in suits preach what’s right, I sell truth by the ounce tonight. Ain’t no law, ain’t no lie, Worth more than the look in my eye.

They debate gods, I toast sin. They lose wars I never been in. When they pray, I pour one more — For the king behind the barroom door.

Politics don’t pay my bar tab, Power don’t wear a tie. I deal in scars and silence, And cash don’t ever lie.

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