Ode To The Pub

An open house to anyone

Wars were won and business done

Under the roofs of these establishments

Seems there's no room at the inn these days

But there's a history there they'll never erase

Making way for luxury developments

With walls that could tell a tale or ten

Million, they made many men

Hosting the first pints for their eighteens

Wakes, weddings, funerals

Now they're letting 'em just flat and all

Not to mention everything between

It's a sad sight

For our eyes

Now they're all gone

A remedy to loneliness

The friendly face when all felt lost

More than meets the eye behind the bar

Doctor, mate, therapist

A shoulder to cry on when you're getting pissed

To see another go just breaks me heart

The flashing of the fruit machines

Lighting up financial schemes

A breeding ground for all the local kings

Fixtures, fittings, photographs

Of folk the future won't hear laugh

And a jukebox that made your grandma sing

It's a sad sight

For our eyes

Now they're all gone

It's a sad sight

For our eyes

Now they're all gone