Video Back Room Of The Bar de Young Fresh Fellows 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Young Fresh Fellows - Back Room Of The Bar Lyrics

Outside the dogs are withered and hungry
And the soldiers are laughing out loud
They wave bottles and blow out the candles
Of the lonely who move in a crowd

And the storm clouds hide the volcanoes
But they shall never find me here
Where I torture myself with the memories
That stay clear through tequila and beer

That's the parent and the peasant
That's the singer and his mourning guitar
Through the black hallways choked with smoke
To find the back room of the bar

I couldn't forgive you for letting the Frenchman
Though I know that I made you Yvonne
You say I drove you away with my drinking
But it's gotten much worse since you've gone
I lost the hundreds of letters you sent me
I never acknowledged recieving a one
And now I drink to death on this day of the dead
And only wish it could be quickly done

That's the parent and the peasant
That's the singer and his mourning guitar
Through the black hallways choked with smoke
To find the back room of the bar

And now I'm out of my mind with the Mezcal
I couldn't change when you finally returned
You say I taught you that love could be holy
But that's something I still haven't learned
And the questions that keep me surrounded
By despair from the morning till night
I have no answers to keep me from drowning
There's no answers to make it alright

That's the parent and the peasant
That's the singer and his mourning guitar
Through the black hallways choked with smoke
To find the back room of the bar