LIT PLACE

"There's something warm in here" The Duke brown-shirted and suited says "And I think I know what it is Since it smells like a church mouse So let's rearrange the rec room chairs Because, jesus christ, it's murder in here." Shoes shuffle along the linoleum And she just comes and comes and comes "Now I didn't bring these drinks for nothing" The Duke not disheveled or dissembled says "And not drinking is a sin That offends the eye of your lonesome So let's tip the goddamned glass And get to enjoying ourselves, fast." Downtown no one without an invitation Never, ever comes around "So spread around the cheese fellas" The Duke clear as a bell says. You might think "And do what your conscience clears you for Which, by my lights, is not nearly enough So let's let the going get tough." Cigarettes smoke gray and blue rings And no one here is broke. No, no one here has anything to fear And while they say that the best things in life are free Everything around here comes with a fee