Arc Of Bar (Live)

Hustlers, whores, in rooms galore

A sinking city's stink

An arc of bar, a flesh bazaar

Of diamonds, dust, and drink

The jukebox jamming, the lions lamming

The jokers doing the dealing

And queens are over jacks

Remember that or catch a beating

Yeah

The night had come into her own

And I made the arc of bar my home

Beneath my clothes, just a bag of bones

Under my skin, just skeletons

I was rolling like a pair of dice

With one for laws and one for lies

But all this, I tried to hide

Behind a glaze of sweat and fire

Yeah

To some, a mistress

To some, a muse

Something soft for something blue

She sauced my needs out of my dreams

And baptized me in flesh that seeds

And then she lay me like a baby

On a bed of Spanish moss

And for her love, I would help the devil

To steal Christ right off the cross

Yeah

I lay blame on the arc of bar

And the hundred proof in me

But the arc, it blames the air

Hundred percent humidity

Well at least those damned mosquitos

That fall flounder to the flood

Get a thimble full of whiskey with their paltry pint of blood

My blood

Yeah

This port of call

It ain't no port at all

The cap, my cup, and anchors up

The jokers, they tease another hand

But they're out of luck 'cause I'm out of town

And the sun is like an omen

Goading me toward the gospel

But I got no plans at all

Except to drink as soon as possible

Yeah

Some men offer confession

For their souls and grace of god

For others women, women are for mercy

And mosquitos they're abuzz

Yeah, some men offer confession

For their souls and grace of god

For others women, women are for mercy